f**ing ba*tards, you are living in your expensive houses
Driving your wonderful cars and f**ing your who*es
Future a**ured, money guaranteed
You can clean your a**holes with banknotes, if you want
You are marching on my insecurity and misery
'Cause, I'm just an ignorant piece of sh** for you
Yes, you're right, it's true
But you are not better, you're a piece a sh** too
Just for a fact that I'm not able to make money
I must live in anguish, risking suicide every day
While your account in bank is growing
I'm more and more crushed by rules that you dictate