I Don't Think So

Sapient:
This my American dream,
The heroine fiend
That's turned to hip hop
Though it looks barren and bleak
But I give my thanks
To all of y'all for bearing with me
I know there ain't enough blood flow to share with the fleas
'Cause supply and demand
Has made this all fucked up
Enjoy your feast of Soylent Green, yum yum
If you become a measly scrape of a person
It doesn't go away with Escalades and some bourbon
As they're judging it from up above
The ground up under is crumbling,
From the touch
If you don't fit in the system, or
Hunger for what's discussed
If son of a bitch is what they call you,
Then you're one of us (yup)
We could never be slaves to their currency
Easily thrive in a world,
Where papers a worthless thing
If only the rich could pay for those certain needs
Will the less sophisticated revert to beasts?!
I don't think so!

Ethic:
We’ve been taken off trail
The faithful impaled
In the schematic with those chasing the tail
Acaded to
When it’s pay-per view
The taste of it’s stale
But they ate it too quick
Now the insatiable fix
Is what they
Aimin' to quench, enable in death
To be considered an easy escape
In face in the flesh deciduous
Don’t give them a second opinion
Its been a long kiss goodnight
And just us left in the building
It’s a testament we get worked up from worse luck
While this movement creates either a surplus or deficit
We the future with a desolate past
And here to prove we don’t need some dude
Dressed in a mask to save us (nah)
When they come we take tough times
Turn em around on themselves till they make plus signs
Then its my cross to bear
But the cost is shared
In a perfect world
But is that what we got?!
I don’t think so!