Fuck them and their money (feat. Sahar)

I started from the bottom in fact below zero  Surrounded 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, f*ck 'em F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money F*ck 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  F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money F*ck 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' F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money F*ck them and their money