A-Merk - Circus lyrics

In the name of the lord, they swing their swords Hated or adored, they've gone overboard They took a good idea and shat all over it Covert hits, they aren't on that sober sh** But all us potheads get shot in the head For taking bread, or making it There's no success for anyone, who's faking it... Either you really believe, and choose to receive The d** they force through nose and under sleeve Only then, do you get some reprieve From reasons to fight, die and grieve The world is a circus, that's nothing new But more than ever, what we're told isn't true Really dude, you're gonna let them lie to you? I guess the system's never worked for the few Intelligence has always been a cursed blessing Messing with you all days, worse than confessing Or dressing, dressing up their false tales Throwing moonshine makers into jails And acting like that's why we're all f**ed When really, it's all the funds they've s**ed Boom, no one has money anymore You're just poor enough to get in the door Of the church, pay your tithes you little jerk Before the priests decide to put you to work In their little factories, they smack you as they please While you plead to be released from the shackles on your knees They got you hard, tending plants in the yard Synthesizing phencyclidine into big shards But that's what you don't know, you're their hoe Creating our entire species' chemical foe You now make the drug that enslaved you What you craved, now it evades you Pervades you, it's in your every pore But so sore and attuned you feel it no more So poor, wish you could go back to before But alas, you are forever their who*e Locked up, unlike priests with their co*ks up Rocks up, I mean they get their rocks off Grabbing little balls like... lemme hear a soft cough... But they don't wanna help, they laugh and scoff Motherf**ers, we should cut their co*ks off