[Intro]
I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad, it's a depression
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job
The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
Punks are running wild in the street
'Cause nobody anywhere seems to know what to do
And there's no end to it
[Verse 1: Cosmic Crusader]
Modern money mechanics of the fractional reserve
Loans loaned out on loans, this principal is absurd
Government bonds are bondage, instruments of debt
Working cla** mouths to feed, got no sustenance left
So to make ends meet they submit to employment
Treasury manage liability deployment
Wage slave trade of the federal deficit
No predetermined limit to how bad they'll let it get
Paralyzed economy of wealth displaced
Concept of greenbacks effectively disgraced
Commissary notes, with no real consideration
Contractual defaults for closed ramifications
Wage war gets what you earned your wage for
Lose a third of your income, what have you paid for?
Interest rates are underrated, people feel indated
More money in the system, more debt is created
[Interlude]
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat
And we sit watching our TVs
While some local newscaster tells us that today
We had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes
As if that's the way it's supposed to be
We know things are bad, worse than bad - they're crazy
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy
So we don't go out anymore
[Verse 2: Atun Sen Geb]
[?] in a hybrid vehicle
On the roof, big a** [?] economic recessions
Break down percentages, pick a slice, [?] vibrance
Support to implement the fears, world healthcare
Shift gears to last year, standard is living depressed
Citizens, fourteenth amendments, energy
Complex, [?] oil mills and natural gases
Depleted by ma**es, Federal enterprises
Evaluize dollars and secret bonds
Liquidated and face it, created trillions in credit
Taxing commoners, nonsense, to pay back the national debt
[?] can't control cities [?]
AKs, not the old rules, the SUVs
Pa**enger seats, the bullhorn messenger
[?] world order, erase the borders
[?] Somalian slaves
[Interlude]
I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot
I don't want you to write to your congressman
Because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write
I don't know what to do about the depression
And the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad
You've got to say, "I'm a human being, God damn it!"
"I'm as mad as Hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
[Verse 3: Rasul Allah]
America is bankrupt, on the verge
Of economic disaster, the collapse of the dollar
Consolidation of foreign policies, trade routes
Stocks and bonds frozen by China
The rise of a deepening recession leads the
American people into a second-rate depression
Psychological deprivation
Equivalent to the panic of 1933
A prophetic prescription of a dictorial
World government predicted by Andrew Jackson
And Thomas Jefferson, that's why
They a**a**inated Abraham Lincoln, the
Military industrial complex, a corporation
Of globalist elites
The League of Nations, the council all formed of nations
Has taken over the world economic matrix
Wall Street agents have hijacked Washington DC
Disguised as Woodrow Wilson
9.7 trillion, stolen from
The US treasury, now add seven hundred trillion
What's the difference? It's still [?]
Evaporates the social security system
Inflation, deflation, infiltration
This is financial terrorism, a ma** euphoria
Healthcare and welfare will be abolished
The middle cla** will never survive this, it's obvious
[Outro: Rasul Allah]
Yeah, you know what I'm saying?
The Lost Children of Babylon
Takes you out of the second-rate depression
Beware of the central banks, you know what I'm saying?
Prepare for a new world order
The zeitgeist, the spirit of the age