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Heroes are hanging up their capes
No food left to scrape off of a plate
The streets are deserted
Where has everyone gone?
To church don’t they know that it’s time to go to work?
The bread in the store house is almost gone
The government is about to shut us down
Ask Detroit who’s going to run their town
Jay Z knows are shall I say Jay-Hova
No bodies lending the poor keeps on spending
Doors keep on closing we keep on voting
Nothings up but unemployment and crime
Hold on to every dime hide it somewhere hold it close
W'e're going to wake up one day and find the banks are closed
No help for the poor and the old who’s faith is in he rose
Those sitting in highchairs cutting off welfare
Patronizing Vietnamese hair weave, cheap jeans and chicken wings
Viet Cong where our fathers, brothers cousins and uncles
Lost their legs, arms, minds and lives for what?
Us to wear fake hair, fake nails and eat fried rice
