Notes Notes.. speaking of them I'm broke Thought a rhyme but then hardly even spoke Before I toked on the medicine and choked That's credit to why im eating is it.. Cos I flush that down my throat first Never hungered past the jokes hurt Still desperate to quench the thirst Like a babe to a breast at birth But have you ever really hungered for mercy Take a look folks it's an emergency Even mainstream media and docs agree The pace we moving's travesty times 3 And have you ever fucking starved for the basics wished for some thing so simple you can't take it And each day you face, can't embrace it The fact is the problem is all in our payslips Some people on a mission, they can't stop there.. arching for the peaked top of the peacock fair Karen told you all it's our managers, hell.. But I don't see the trickle up or down effect work that well when it's anything but customers getting ripped off to quell, hell.. I tell you I don't wanna turn back and go there.. Only hoping I be living now with no fear When I can only escape the reaper and never the scythe with my equals teaching and preaching freedoms life and accepting each other's own schools.. When we we acknowledge that we're all fools And start imagining a world in which financials meet basic costs of living in this anthill. So the writers block been smashed through But who steers this thing it's the capital.. So who's really not paying us and slaving us away Yo Karen.. fuck your manager, hey. It's the grimey hands of Gov who say they won't pay You the basic human rights that you don't have hey And it would take another record jus explain that But hippocritacally it ain't ethics law.. just oath Caps