If there is a problem, then the problem is the poor
If the poor are starving, then the rich is eating more
Lock em in the closet, won't you keep them in a vault
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal
Yes I know my country is insane
They be lookin at me goofy like I'm out my f*ckin brain
Starve them in the hood until you know they're forced to rob
Lining up the bodies like the cocaine with your card
Push them into prisons, cheaper labor makes you more
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal...
Yes I know my country's killings me
They be silencing resistance so the people think we're free
It's the culture to f*ckin rob
F*ckin vultures who want your blood
Seize the means of production ya'll
Eat the rich, they are useless slob
The Muslims - Death Grab for Bootie Lyrics
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If there is a problem, then the problem is the poor
If the poor are starving, then the rich is eating more
Lock em in the closet, won't you keep them in a vault
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal
Yes I know my country is insane
They be lookin at me goofy like I'm out my f*ckin brain
Starve them in the hood until you know they're forced to rob
Lining up the bodies like the cocaine with your card
Push them into prisons, cheaper labor makes you more
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal...
Yes I know my country's killings me
They be silencing resistance so the people think we're free
It's the culture to f*ckin rob
F*ckin vultures who want your blood
Seize the means of production ya'll
Eat the rich, they are useless slob
If the poor are starving, then the rich is eating more
Lock em in the closet, won't you keep them in a vault
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal
Yes I know my country is insane
They be lookin at me goofy like I'm out my f*ckin brain
Starve them in the hood until you know they're forced to rob
Lining up the bodies like the cocaine with your card
Push them into prisons, cheaper labor makes you more
Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal...
Yes I know my country's killings me
They be silencing resistance so the people think we're free
It's the culture to f*ckin rob
F*ckin vultures who want your blood
Seize the means of production ya'll
Eat the rich, they are useless slob
Writer: Fatima Nur
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