Verse 1:
It starts with a bang, from your heart to your veins/
Til your hearts in your veins, there's a spark, you're insane/
You're in danger, trapped, strange is the way you act/
Statements have pizazz but no trace of fact/
Trace it back, don't believe ya lame and flat?/
Face the graph that was made when they traced ya back/
You're either misguided, blind in both eyes/
Or a coward, with no self-esteem and no spine/
Regardless, you have now become a target/
I'ma marksman with a bow to expose all ya farces/
I represent a raw form of reprehension/
I'll hunt you through the maze of electric fences/
Extra sensitive pricks better check ya senses/
Relax, it's all good baby check the census/
They got ya back, while you put nails in their backs/
Distracted from the path, a failure to act/
Chorus:
Things don't work they way the way they oughta work/
People just don't seem to get what they deserve/
Things, they just don't work, the way they oughta work/
People just don't seem to get what they deserve/
Things don't work they way the way they oughta work/
People just don't seem to get what they deserve/
Things don't work they way the way they oughta work/
It just don't work the way they oughta work/
Verse 2:
Chandra started smoking dope and her grades rose/
Smoked before school and got blazed on the way home/
Kicked out of college when something slipped out her pocket/
But the dude that drugged and raped her still gets to go/
It's fucked up, you wanna grow, the world don't wanna let you/
While senators be fuckin in the public restrooms/
The world is ugly, we all livin backwards/
The worst shit that happens is systematic/
I'm just a writer though, listen, I just don't get it/
Demons in the past that time just don't mention/
Minds that go split inside an old prison/
Why'd you go in for crimes with no victims?/
Why'd ya go bitch just mind ya own business/
Cry at home, witness, life is no pic nic/
Our greatest minds were hated in their time/
While we let the true evil fade into the night/
Verse 3:
The world us ugly, it's fucking disgusting/
Everybody on the planet wants something for nothing/
The public ain't nothin but a bundle of puppets/
Look at how they all just adjust to corruption/
You got lucky kid, you had a nice birth/
So why the fuck should we have to sacrifice first?/
We're not people anymore, it's a new thought/
That ain't a school, shit nah, it's a tool box/
An assembly line to an empty life/
It's where you learn what pretendings like/
If you ain't got the balls to do what you wanna do/
You deserve the fucked up life you get sucked into/
You know it and it makes you angry too/
To see other people do what you's afraid to do/
You need to try and release the hate in you/
But even then that ain't gonna change the truth/
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.