Original lyrics
ENMy philosophy of catastrophe no doubt is coming after me, but I can chop that down like a family tree.
The givers, the takers, the losers, money makers, not to be crass but it's the construction of the masses that gives them the need to sweat or succeed, get fat or just bleed.
From rags to riot in three easy step, now check this out.
The whores might be hustlers and the hustlers might be the whores but if words fall on deaf ears then I am the deafest of them all.
