PROPERTY CRIME

I really hate people sometimes, their apathy makes me wanna commit property crime and get high.
They never question why, happily consume meat pies, as corporations take them for a ride, cracking the leather.
The end is nigh for those who are dead inside, when was the last time they really tried to make the world better.
Brought up on disinformation and a diet of Coca-Cola and McDonald's, always searching for new sensations.
When there's savings to be had, their passion reaches fever pitch, the enemy is inflation.
What kind of a life is it that they lead, heads in the sand and minds consumed by greed.
While millions of people struggle to feed their families, farmers forced to buy back seeds.
From corporations who own the patents to suicide genes, selfish memes, it's fucking obscene.
We're a generation of passive consumers, bought off by the illusion that we're free, unable to see.
That we are traitors to our friends and families, traitors to the people who meet our basic survival needs.

Always treading in shallow water
We're complacent for ever after
Nothing matters all that much
Except how much bling we got on our cuffs

I feel alone all the time, as I wander through my indignant mind, wondering why.
People never ask real questions, they'd rather kill brain cells in an afternoon session.
Spent ingesting fire water, bricks and mortar, better go to church and make a confession.
Hatred in their hearts, brainwashed from the start to be suspicious of the other.
We live in a land full of bigots, ignorant idiots, out to condemn those who are different.
Not in my backyard mentality, death to all refugees, their not our sisters and brothers.
I would never choose to be like them, can't pretend that I'm not incensed, that's why I'm a dissident.
Sick and tired of all the bullshit, would rather take another hit of downtown wisdom, the essence of freedom.
I can see trees among the mist as I raise my clenched fist, everything happens for a reason.
There are no accidents in this world, we are afforded our affluence at the expense of others.
People are starving because of our insatiable gluttony, that's why they suffer.

Always treading in shallow water
We're complacent for ever after
Nothing matters all that much
Except how much bling we got on our cuffs

I'm a man on a mission on open up minds, to incite thought crime through my acerbic rhymes.
People defend exploitation as is it were the natural order of things, ignorant elation.
Always looking for excuses to defend their bosses, wouldn't want them to make losses.
Otherwise they'll be forced to cut costs, slashing jobs, it's as common as crosses.
They don't give a fuck about us, only out to get rich off us, in them we trust.
That's why I'm here kicking up a fuss, time is now for a revolt, it's a must.
We need to reclaim our minds before we go bust, wake up to what's taking place in the world around us.
It's a nasty place, full of clones and yuppie wannabes, yes we're all consumed by the rat race.
Wouldn't want to lose face,  that's why we take bullets for our enemies, in whose name we sacrifice, keep playing their game.
We always act with haste in a faceless city that's so fast paced, think we're ahead in the race, but it's a bitter sweet taste.

Always treading in shallow water
We're complacent for ever after
Nothing matters all that much
Except how much bling we got on our cuffs

Whatever happened to class consciousness?