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Politicians put their souls for sale
So they can sip cocktails
Riding the coattails of the working class
It's a mass barrage of phonies and poison gas
But everyone's going too fast to take a stand
And demand the justice sorely needed at hand
The poor get poorer trying to survive
The rich strive to get richer and richer and thrive
Puerto Rico is a national shame
But world leaders play games and shift blame
It's the same thing over and over again
The pain was truly all in vain
A stain that puts a strain on world affairs
Our leader rips out his hairs
All because he's inferior to his predecessor
And I'm no professor but I might be an aggressor
In 2018 people still march for human rights
With fights breaking out on these cold April nights
In 2018 people still march for income equality
While the quality of life has become a frivolity
In 2018 we're still building walls 
And yet we have the gall to drop bombs and brawl
Parading death showers over foreign nations
When our own backdoor is in a state of distress
This mess has me mixed up and under duress
The bird goes twit, twit, twit because our leader is a twit
And I spit on the ground where he walks because he should quit
And go back to reality television because his vision
Is division and derision
And Jim Crow is knocking at the door
Abhorred by the masses but adored by a certain few
So we have to ask how things regressed 
A nation built by slavery ought to be able to confess
And address the sins of the past
And any civil nation can learn from mistakes
But we put on the brakes and prod the aches
Because we pretend there's nothing wrong
For far too long it's been the same damn song
And education is simply glorified babysitting
And it's fitting when our teachers are quitting
And illiteracy continues to rise
Leading this nation to demise
And I despise the lies
We sold our souls in 2016 for political purity
And the prize is a lack of security
And a government with questionable authority
The whole ship is in jeopardy
Full of low energy cowards and nonsensical yes men
When the bombs drop the poor will be the first to die for them
It's 2018 so take a stand or get out of the way
Because the blue wave is coming to bring back sanity
From a man so trapped in vanity he can't see the insanity
So politicians put their souls for sale
So they can sip cocktails
But the Grim Reaper will claim their soul
And God be with them when they pay the toll
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