BABYSITTING CHILDREN OF SLAVES Send the kids off for the day So you can go to work and get paid First step in a social structure that's designed to produce slaves What do they say? Those who can, do - those who can not, teach Half of them just don't give a fuck, work for summer days on the beach In the classroom, children begin to lose individuality Being told how to think, programmed to obey a bullshit authority Brainwashed to take a path that's meant to control society Convincing undeveloped minds that textbooks are the only way to prosperity All school is, babysitting children of slaves Training for slavery, learning to fit in - so we can all be the same "Alrighty class, open your textbook, to page twenty-eight" "Excuse me, sir, I worked ahead last night, stayed up really late" No point, the curriculum is taught at a pre-determined rate This is one of the methods how they control the vast majority's fate Next they give you grades based on what one person has to say, To them it don't matter if yo' brain just doesn't work that way, No one is ever quite good enough, unless they're getting straight A's F for Failure - and for Frosty - and school can Fuck Off, without delay. Learn how to follow Learn how to listen Don't cheat Or life won't be complete Learn how to follow Learn how to listen Don't cheat Or life can't be complete Study hard, you'll go far, Learn what they say, it'll be OK, Do your best, pass your tests, Don't be late, you'll do great Yessiree Bob, if you want a good job Pay for school, like a goddamn fool Or take a loan, so you can be owned Repay when able - by waiting tables

THE WHIP Can't live without it, don't even try Purchase food, pay for shelter or else we die Don't forget the fuckin' bullshit that we think we need to buy, Sold on the idea that it makes for a better life Slavin' away every motherfuckin' day Slavin' away every motherfuckin' day Cash is the whip, gotta work so you can pay Get that cash money but you're always needin more Pay those fuckin' bills, buy yo' bullshit at the store Work that overtime, cuz that's what living life is for Sell your fuckin' soul, don't you feel like a whore? It's not enough, you need more, you gotta go and some credit Gotta work to pay it off, til you're old and decrepit Slavin' away every motherfuckin' day Slavin' away every motherfuckin' day Cash is the whip, gotta work so you can pay Slavin' away every motherfuckin' day Slavin' away every motherfuckin' day Cash is the whip, gotta work so you can play Make dem dollar bills so you can lease yourself a car Gotta get yourself to work, i find it so bizarre How you put yourself in debt, because the walk is too far Then you work to pay it off, that's what redundancies are It's all part of the plan!! Now only a portion of what you earn is what you actually take home Millions of slaves working daily, just to keep the system going While the cost of living rises, showing no sign of slowing It's OK that debt keeps growing, it's a social norm to be owing Strivin' to be rich before you die, a status to achieve A luxurious life will make you happy or so you believe They're just dangling a carrot, don't be fucking naive Money's the whip and lifetime lashings are what you receive

BUYING CREDENTIALS It's 2018, and all the knowledge is free There's still a bunch of y'all mutherfuckas who pay for degrees Guidance counsellors agree, the only way to succeed, You need your bachelors, then your masters, then a fuckin' PHD Ya just became a grown-up, trained like a little pup, Now it's time to pony up, What you've been saving up, In the name of greed, you will never be freed, When your knowledge is based on what you've been TOLD to read Buying credentials Representing potential With a piece of paper Creating angst existential You're just buying credentials To represent your potential On a piece of paper Creating angst existential Part of a system that defines you Based on status, it reminds you If your parents aren't rich, ya gotta borrow that money Like a broke ass bitch, suckin society's dick It really ain't funny, it's actually fuckin sick To be tricked into paying for information that's prolific On the internet, yeah i'd throw down a bet, That when you're finished paying it off, Your student loan you'll regret, Cuz you wasted so much of yo' motherfuckin' time, You could have searched it online, wouldn't have cost you a dime Buying credentials Representing potential With a piece of paper Creating angst existential Ya get accepted into college, paid the toll for knowledge Ya party hearty every day, like an epic summer at the cottage Fraternities, sororities, just following the majority Thinking it's cool, to get drunk like a fool, Just So you can enter the motherfuckin' job pool You've been training very hard to sit on a barstool And pound back as many drinks as you can before your head starts spinning, and just to lose your consciousness.... When it's all said and done, made it to graduation Reward's a fuckin piece of paper, while having some fun By comparison, a 4 year vacation, Costs about the same to be living under the sun, Wouldn't that have been nice? To spend that time in paradise? Earning real life experience, just makes perfect sense, Instead you followed exactly what you've been told, Wasted years of your life, just to regret it when you're old Buying credentials Representing potential With a piece of paper Creating angst existential You're just buying credentials To represent your potential On a piece of paper Creating angst existential) x 2 Part of a system that defines you Based on status, it reminds you That you're part of a system that aligns you Based on status, it fuckin binds you To a path that's supposed to define you Based on status, but it blinds you That you're part of a system that aligns you Based on status, it fuckin' binds you

EMPLOYMENT RACKET Do you love it how yo' job determines when you can eat When you can fuck, and when you should sleep So you can spend all yo days bein' somebody's bitch, Just to work yo' ass off, so they can get rich Suckin' all yo' muthafuckin' time right out of your life, I'd rather slit my wrist then my throat with a butterknife, Than waste one more minute workin for someone "above" So now I work for myself, and everyone that I love Get dem 40 hours in - work that overtime For every dollar you earn, you're left with a dime Get dem 40 hours in - for your whole lifetime Every dollar you earn, you might save a dime Now ask yourself, "What am I really working for?" All we need is food and shelter, not much more The answer for most is, "Status and luxury," But what this creates is waste and gluttony Your job limits your income, but gives a guarantee That security is like a hard dick in your pussy Under the guise of contributing to society, More like your boss' accumulation of wealth and property (You will get ripped off) (That doesn't sound right, does it?)