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It's all about sweet 16 innocence lost.
Lost, fallen for Kelly blonde chick and I thought.
I thought money was god and Rome was built in a day.
As they salute the troops floating on the money parade.

Let's say it:
Be all you can be. Be black, be white, be proud, be free.
Get money, get yours. Get a girl, get a wife. That's love. I'm poor.

Find god right now. Go to church. Go to work. Clock in. I'm down.
Nigga, pay your bills. But I can't do shit. Because I ain't got money in my pockets. When I get that fucking check from this bullshit ass job that I got. Yo.

Sweet 16, heroes and all.
They try, eight die, fighting fear for applause in march.
Eight soldiers with a thirst for blood.
Front lines. Land mines. Took two as they fall. It's war.
Four grooms all in unison the same.
Fuck bells. They yell. Let liberty ring.
And then when two shots rang in to save the day--
Kill Jill, kill Bill in the money parade.

Drink deep, roaming the land.
Hope floats but nothing obtained.
I don't see any love in your eyes.
Just pretense defense, a well of lies.

Fuck you! Never stood up for nothing.
Pillar of ignorance, toppled on spires of selflessness.
Die, fools, die! Nothing can ever live.
Plastic is policy. Poison punch for kids.
Can you hear me out?

Tired of bullshit, so tired of bullets, and tired of blood on my hands. Tired of superman. Tired of fangs hiding behind smiles, and tired of white people. And tired of niggas too.

Beautiful murderer in the sky,
please bless us with open eyes.
Sorrow, tomorrow lies.
We'll be redeemed. No!

Fire in the hole, as we run on coal.
Silver and gold, exchanged for the soul.
Do what you're told. Don't do what you feel.
Wheat, dairy, textiles, steel.

Middle East and Africa.
Watch your back, because we're after ya.
Money parade for money to take.
Money that's spent from money that's made.
In the end, it's the bottom line.
Suck it up and you quit that crime.
Work to the bone. Don't sleep. No kids.
Grab that check and spend that bitch.
We need cops so you pay that tax.
Who needs god? We got equifax.
Who needs god? We got equifax.
Hello, progress. Fade to black.