Those who front, don't really want trouble
Step to the side like a S1W
The NW, North of NW
A's place of origin
Originators of the first general strike
Roots of our labor is thick
Still awaitin' the fruits of out labor to get
Higher than a 747 jet
But when we say now, they say not yet
They don't feel it, but give it respect
There's no hard feelings, more paper to collect
Though I could care less
Family is fed
Clothes on they back
Shelter overhead
When debts climb higher than paychecks can reach
Whoever asks next for a free CD
Will catch a bad one
Trust us, believe you me
Probably tens of thousands of people just like me
In a town
In a town
In a town not big enough for ego to breathe
We plead unity, but never build bridges between
And if you travel to the next town
You might find this shit surprising
They all act just like us
Carryin' the legacy of people divided
Plagued by infighting
Tight-knit survivin'
People on the outside, look and write about it
Choose the safe route to fit they own palette
Ignore the rest at the same time
Rest get restless
And blame it on the others' success
It gets twisted
Crab in the barrel existence
Where no amount of noise make the powerful listen
Power's within us all
Pistols're drawn
We got to shine like
Mr. Sinister's arm
And the songs that be sold 'til doubles are gone
We all vagabonds, home is whatever we stand upon
Take a picture
It lasts longer
Think they forgot that songs last forever
It's a whole lotta cheddar at the top now
Fuck trying to climb up, let's bring the top down
Down, down, down, down, down
Bring it down
Let's bring it down
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