What About Us? Lyrics & Chords By Mr. Lif

We're out of limit now, enough is enough, you're sitting on billions of dollars,
But what about us?
One government, one world motto,"in God we trust,"
But what about us?
I write my rap quotes on bank notes
And bank statements that don't make sense,
Around the time it's time for me to pay rent.
My patience is running out, the truth is coming out;
Abusive clout, CEO's using large amounts,
We could never dream of ?.
It's like we're in a war without a heater,
A broken-up casino staring at the dealer,
Light ya sensemilla.
They rush to lock you up for puffin on the stress reliever,
And Obama wouldn't stop em neither,
Would McCain? let me explain,
got lost playing your game,
They pumped a couple of slugs in my frame.
Y'all all tax payer slayers, turn the other cheek,
to regulate us, trust-betrayers,
Reagan Nixon and Petreaus,
Poorly portray us, program us just to sway us,
Promise us favours, then use em just to dominate us,
oh now you printin 700 billion just to save the children?
Ya'll motherfuckers bound to make a killin'!
We're out of limit now, enough is enough, you're sitting on billions of dollars,
But what about us?
No health-care, just enough change to ride the motherfucking bus,
But what about us?
Our biggest mistake was giving you trust, you livin plush,
'n you don't give a fuck about us.
One government, one world motto,"in God we trust,"
But what about us?
Is this in our best interest to infest the world with stress?
Just so you can dress best, I guess you answer yes,
As we linger at the precipice just to hear from dying, hear the crying,
That old couple with the hopes of retiring,
About to clap you with the iron, trying hard not to let go,
The goals they set from the get-go,
Lost they power in the price of petrol,
And now they patrol and so the story goes,
death with no memorials, tutorials
On this don't exist, income tax is just a myth to make the bankers richer,
So they can sell you half the picture,
Then seize ya assets quicker than you can go aquire them,
We have the right to fire them, then say we're coconspiring
Through silence, through science, that's social
And economic, you manufacture our consent to make a profit.
The paper's been powerless since they left the gold standard,
They're using currency to rule the whole planet.
We're out of limit now, enough is enough, you're sitting on billions of dollars,
But what about us?
No health-care, just enough change to ride the motherfucking bus,
But what about us?
Our biggest mistake was giving you trust, you livin plush,
'n you don't give a fuck about us.
One government, one world motto,"in God we trust,"
But what about us?
Motherfuckin right, my pocket's lookin' kinda tight!
I got a madman holdin' my money-bag,
Now what's left?
Now what's left?