The Cipher

How long will it last?
Til the poor get more cash?
Fools broke out, to be broke at home.
Goal get took out being broke alone.
In the struggle together -
Fittin' to make it mo better
Than the past was
Letter to the debtor
Writin' to let'em trus'.
Words in one ear, out the other?
No! So, you know we wrote about
Dough, cheddar, green
But the lines we spout
Just like the kettle at
Grandmas' house
Where tea run short
And syrup sandwiches
Let me have a crack at this
The capitalist tells me to sit
With all his shit
He owns his own house, his second house
And the mortgage on my Granmammas house
And what's he gonna do with it?
To wit: you care about the neighborhood,
suburban dude?
Where the cops stop,
Ride along side my radials, like riot squads
With the hummers from the video
They don't hear you though
My papers, registration
But they're the niggas with the guns
Gon' shoot, first to loot,
Scrap eatin' fat pigs and thugs
Taking government funds to shoot my nigs
Its rigged, system is,
When the wars is done on the brown man shore
Rich banker man starts to get bored
Ain't no future in shit that don't break
So staff up and protect the blue line
The lives that matter is color blind
Blue little police man, got the gun in hand
A note from the tax man
Bullets and guns, is good for the people
Two wrongs is right, like fists and fury
Turnin cheeks in the steeple
But on the steps, mothers wept
In a hurry, funerals, buri-
als and the street its videos, twitter - digital egos
And images, murderous villages
Where the money pours in
For the stored weapons
When the peeps on the street wanna a bite to eat
Aint looking to end a life
Strife, kids, ills, wife, bids, bills
Like it matter
With no cheddar we sittin in sweaters sweating
Til they come cash collectin'
Or just to put me back in prison.