When you see their faces bloodied And they ain't go no money They go no f**ing room to breath And they my be living among you and me That's what I see and read Rich or poor, it looks like a televised cla** war Breed 'em quick and watch them grow with no control And you'll be at peace with nothing Not even what you own Rich or poor, it looks like a televised cla** war Breed 'em quick and watch them grow with no control And you'll be at peace with nothing No even what you own And there's no sense in seeing And there's no use believing in hope But nothing can be done And the fight will rage until there is only one And everyone else just dies