Im not robbing the rich to give to the poor,

 

I'm taking from them so We have a little bit more,

 

A council house king, an heir to a whore, 

 

An obligation to stay here tied to the floor.

 

Our children bullied, our pets beaten and stolen,

 

Ask why the common man now has a heart that is frozen, 

 

 And Why he must watch every word that is spoken.

 

His determination for right and reason will have him like so many, killed for his treason,

 

Left bleeding, revealing these feelings of so many that needed feeding,

 

As he looks up from his back at the Camara flash,

 

Someone made cash to make this hero an enemy, just another way to suck out all our energy. 

 

No one gets out alive.