QED - Fuck them and their money (feat. Sahar)
I started from the bottom in fact below zeroSurrounded by poverty, war and tyrants like Nero
Mourning the death of yet another war hero
Some real life story no Pacino no De Niro
No silver spoons
Just revolutionary rebels with war stories and war wounds
Unknown soldiers resting under unmarked tombs
My momma singing lullabies to me to the sound sonic booms
See I was born in the middle of a war man
My first memories are those of my people's pain
And bombs falling down like a sudden summer rain
Decades later ain't nothing changed it's still the same
Or even worse I see an escalation in oppression
Sister just got 10 years for her self-expression
They hang our brothers from cranes, an act of repression
But when we fight back, they claim it's aggression, fuck 'em
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Have you ever wondered why life's the way it is?
Why we was starvin' as youngins while them rich kids
Was eatin' good, getting big gifts for Christmas
Bought with ends taken from our antecedents
While we was stuck in the hood and it was understood
That cheap labor was all we could be once reaching manhood
The hood is far from good, not even once could
We leave until we left that hellhole for good
I ain't tryin' to be arrogant all I'm saying is
I ain't fallin' for these devils' dirty business
I'm saying this in hope you pick up game playing this
Beware these traitors man they don't know what shame is
They'll sell their soul for fame and celebrity
Truth be told they're whores of the enemy
They smile with you but they heart's full of treachery
Because for that gold they try to erase your history, but I say
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
The whole world is a big class-society
Where the working-class people are majority
Ordinary people bro just like you and me
Work our ass off, but get to ball rarely
All I see is a modern form of slavery
Shut up and work, no rewards for bravery
You enroll and study and get yo degree
And now your ass is in debt eternally
I swear to God bro it's like the game is rigged
Like our kind are not supposed to make it big
Even if we did, they send someone to split up wig
Look what they did, to MLK, Malcolm X, Pac 'n BIG
I ain't saying they pulled the trig'
But if you put two dogs in a pit
Sooner or later they'll start to rip
At each other's throat, got me depressed
Shaking my head as I take another poke on this cig'
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Fuck them and their money
Written by:
Hazhar Ghaderi
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