Throwing Bottles The Thought

[Verse]
Pulling up at Reuter’s in a Rolls Royce
Sporting corduroys I had imported and some gold
Coin a quote on how the old manipulate your choice
How they rip away your voice, so they won’t be forced to
Listen - death to the forebearers of our discontent
Less for Barry, but it varies, buried in cement
That debt you carry should’ve barely ever gained a cent!
But the men that stole your savings kicked you out for missing rent
That pressure to your step means nothing to the landlord!
They skipped the checks while telling us we “should’ve planned for it”
No understanding, just pro-capital propaganda
To double damage (panic), I should go renew my passport
But we trapped within the walls we built, a monkey’s paw
Couldn’t mask the masses, short of magic-casting wands
They got the junkie-jaw for all the trash they wanna purchase
Walking WallyMart to cough on every fucking surface
Really makes me nervous, the service industry been cursed
With working through their murder with a curtain on the urgency
Y’all must be certain that you’re never wrong
I hope the surgeon doesn’t chuckle when you slide along, eternally
Myths aside, I been searching for a Reason
That the people don’t seem earnest in their yearning for meaning
And I’m leaning towards a creeping suspicion that we been got, y’all!
‘Cause it can’t be the one signed to Top Dawg
It’s not gall, it’s honesty, I’d recommend you try it
You’re supposed to eat your pride, but y’all been on a diet
It’s not mine alone to call, but it’s been awfully silent
Shy of time-old tyrants making clients of violence
Got the irises of everybody glued to the models
And those re-financed cars, you don’t know how to throttle
These ain’t some naive bars that I wrote to be hostile
But I don’t see no stars tryna light up their bottles, just pop ‘em