They're killing us with fake food.
Putting us in a fake mood.
Truth is hidden like victims under a table in the kitchen.
Rhythm has lost meaning because all the real songs are almost gone.
Education needs a better explanation in this nation.
Children waiting for fathers.
Fathers waiting on checks.
Checks waiting on time cards.
Time cards don't have respect.
Be my guest.
Sit down and let this food for thought marinate.
Life is a gamble.
Make sure to pray heavily.
Uncle Sam don't give a damn and the rich don't see you.
The government is steady bubbling with old guys, lies, and size.
Riots seem to appear like deerskin for a prize.
Real recognizes real and the fake bake up the meal.
Greatness awaits for those who chose the cards that they deal.

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