| Blind eye to the bloodshed
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| Make a dollar then what’s next
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| You really think you’re safe in the world
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| Welcome to the playground
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| Make the rules so we say how
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| Much we think you’re worth
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| Hidden authority
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| There is a wolf among the sheep
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| No I’m not tryn’a amuse you rubbing salt in the wound
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| Collective quarantine
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| The land of opportunity
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| Presume the chains and the noose are ready waiting for you
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| Get a grip
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| Calloused hands are only feeding the bank
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| All rise work for your life
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| Until you meet your own demise
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| Hidden authority
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| There is a wolf among the sheep
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| No I’m not tryn’a amuse you rubbing salt in the wound
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| Collective quarantine
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| The land of opportunity
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| Presume the chains and the noose are ready waiting for you
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| We’ll work your hands until the bone
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| You’ll die another day
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| Your calloused hands will build our throne
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| Won’t find another way
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| Slowly you’ll turn into the wolf
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| Then there’s no turning back
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| Paralyzed by your next fix
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| Preying on the future of the many
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| Lives you’ll fuck to make it rich
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| Capitalize
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| Cannibalize
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| Capitalize
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| Cannibalize
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| Slowly we turn into the wolf
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| Capitalize
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| Cannibalize
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| Hidden authority
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| There is a wolf among the sheep
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| No I’m not tryn’a amuse you rubbing salt in the wound
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| Collective quarantine
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| The land of opportunity
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| Presume the chains and the noose are ready waiting for you |