System

Sell your soul for a good price
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream, never think twice
That’s a dream

I’m not your purse
I’m not your product
I’m from the dirt
Ain’t copping Prada
My people hurt
It’s getting harder
My people hurt
It’s getting harder

I need some money
I need some money, man
I’m fucking hungry
I really need a hand
Ain’t nothing sunny
Back in the motherland
A fucking cycle
That we all running in

I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up

I’m not your product

I’ma fuck the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up

I’m not your product

Fuck all pigs, they’re a part of the system
Fuck all pigs, they’re a part of the system
Ain’t no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain’t no peace for my brothers

They do not want us to breathe
Can’t even walk in the streets
To them we’re all just machines
In the American Dream

They say that they just want peace
But then they leave us to bleed
They’ll never see what we see
They’ll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream, never think twice
That’s a dream

I’m ‘bout to fuck the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck the system up

I’m not your product

I’ma fuck the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up
I’m ‘bout to fuck
I’m ‘bout to fuck, the system up

I’m not your product