Money ain't the answer
It's the problem
Growing up with nothing, somethin' makes you want 'a rob 'dem
So you watch the orders
And learn the trade
Anyone'll do anythin' if they're gettin' paid
You grab the weight
Dish it out
Wash your 'ands
Wait about
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
Money-hungry monsters walk among and rob the youngsters
They ran your country before your hunger come down to numbers
'Nuff skullduggery, grave digging, they should've hung us
How can man be hungry when that's among us in vast abundance?
Struggling currency's nothing if you've been nothing, you're rough
Struggling people are equal but they ain't evil enough
Of course more want more, more force
More law, more war, more mon'
War's boy
Problem, robbed 'em Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
I don't wanna vote no party
I don't wanna play no part in it
All I wanna do is party
And I ain't got a problem starting it
Seventeen, you're better dead
Need a thinking cap and a metal head
If you wanna eat, then you better beg
It sounds evil when it's said
900 million put to bed
40 bill' a year would've had em fed
And I ain't no mathematician
But spending trillions on ammunition
Sort of suggests that you're in a position
To help with the living conditions
Of those who are in the divisions
They can't have admission to better positioning, innit?
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out