From First To Third World

When our Government Controls Everything Beware of those you may call friend the crisis is not here When everything is "Government Free" there will be much to fear Supplies run short, all shelves are bare No water, food nor gas Panic feeds the desperate ones they soon become the mass No longer civil, (hate steps in) the mobs now out of hand Will riot and loot, take everything before you make your stand Could be like Venezuela maybe somewhere down the road The sponges (those that never work) and ones that feel they're owed If you have something that they want, you may or may not miss doesn't matter friend or not in a crisis just like this They won't care, you worked and saved that isn't their persuasion they'll take everything you have it's called a home invasion Haves and (have-nots everywhere) both bitter till the end Our Country's slowly going down hill, beginning? Who knows when.