Over a billion around the planet are starving & famished
While all of your gadgets & marvelous garments and fabrics
are made by slaves in places where dreams
Whittle down into shards and to fragments

Bank & business pushing carbon capping & trading
Disaster is waiting,
The same system that's dependent on this master & slave shit
Is raping the planet, the cancer is raging

Climate change causing massive displacement
& the people worst affected didn't make this
It's like the house is flooding & we're trapped in the basement
& everyone is drowning & they don't want me to say shit (stay zipped)

Except, that's not how I play kid
This twisted fate - I'd like to think we could escape it
Impatient as each hour passes, it get's worse, it amazing
About to go from statements to ape shit - fuck success

I don't want the money, the cars, or the clothes,
I want the CEOs bloody, or at least to feel the dark pit of cold
Lonliness of a cell or a prison camp
They turn heaven into hell with a finger snap

Pesticides put toxins in every mother's breast milk
How you gonna tell me that this system is the best one built?
Ism comma capital's is a new form of servitude
Where 1 tenth of 1 percent rule it's a perfect ruse

They call the modern form of forced labor freedom
TO me it seems more like a re-run
We don't own much, 'cept the future that we dream of
Where we picture peace, those who tree hug receive love

But hopes and dreams aren't going to catalyze change
Some of us might end up at the battle lines slain
So if they splatter my brains, then at least I died
For a cause, not just a man of high age

If they capture me, you know I finna rattle my cage
There's no where to hide from the satellite's gaze
I won't quit fighting, I won't abandon my page
How you gonna watch the whole movie while trying to analyze frames?

The trees for the forest, they've both been slashed clear
The question looms now can we steer past the crash we're
Headed towards, the answer, that's fear
The game needs changing, I'm the motherfucking cashier

Don't rely on the radio or MTV to tell me what's ill
The product placement in modern media is unreal
And our government is bought by whoever's got enough scrill
& of course those paid by big oil are saying "let's drill!"

In it for a minute and I plan to continue until
The bucket get's kicked, til then I'll let my guts spill
Check the header, we never said this would be fun filled
I guess that's why they call this the motherlovin' buzzkill