To strike your pain
To strike your pain
To strike your pain
Living insane
Stuck on the brain
Feeling of things
Digging for change
Beggin' for rain
Questioning legitimacy

When the system isn't made for
When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for?

Ah, When the system isn't made for
When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for?

Milk and honey
Choose company like loving money
Love spend some paper to run it, love
Your country crash out from front
No dummy
Country crash out from front
No dummy
Some ran, some hid, some slid on they stomachs
Pockets full of policy slips talking first week numbers
It's a racket but we play the dozens
Outcome duwatches, the rats get to running
Money scab out making pockets and mattresses
You have to mind the gunning
Cutting Kaepernick loose knowing he not winning nothing
Know how to push the button
Not winning nothing, nah
Hold up cousin
We are the clown now don't you push my button
County crash out I'm not the one 'cause it's City Cleo
I'm not your little cousin
The country pop out, I'm bound to pull the money
To strike your pain
Living insane
Stuck on the brain thinking for things
Stuck onthe brain begging for things
Questioning legitimacy
Like who was really checking for me?
Ain't nobody wasn't born with a goal
Mask and a bullet to the wooly to the woozy

Pulling all on my heartstrings
On their knees 'cause they know that they harm me
Offering money cause you owe an apology
But that could never really make it up to me

He really done being so selfish
Got me worried about another baby mama kid
Uncle Sam, if it is what it really is
Then I'ma mind my business like I say I did

He really done been so selfish
Got me worried about the government deficit
In the end if it is what it really is
Then I'ma mind my business like I say I did

When the system isn't made for
When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for?
When the system isn't made for
When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for?