letra de gold - johnny panic
[verse 1]
today i thought about raum
burning a city to ash as y’all are playing a part
that rown off, crushed underneath a furious mob
i got a rush dodging officers workin’ for the law
said that i talk like a bomb, ahabit of going off
i had to stop, probably inherited from my pops
it’s weird to peer in the past knowin’ it touches the now
i’m only living in the moment if the music is loud
paying the cost of living in hypercapitalism
lower cl-ss kids get into addiction and stay
my brains achin’, i been sayin’, “there isn’t a break”
i ain’t trying to get arrested, i’m trying to get away
i been poor, almost everything could be different
i’m not breakin’ my back for the benefit of the system
that’s tellin’ us that we’re worthless, payin’ near nothing for service
watching us beg on the corner and saying that we deserve it
[chorus]
i got gold, all in my eyes, all shoved down my throat
i got gold, all in my eyes, all shoved down my throat
i got gold, all in my eyes, all shoved down my throat
it got violent, all by some kind of design from the throne
[sample]
[verse 2]
i’ve got a book you should read that i been thinking about
now for close to a week and when i’m breathin’ aloud
it seems the silence is sweet, i almost feel we could be free
then i catch somebody new got brutalized by police
my boss makes bank, i’m barely afloat but pay rent
’cause they’d gladly let me die if i don’t, that’s real sh-t
that’s too grim, took stims and i’m carried away, y’all
we’d be better off with all of the city hall head’s gone
they funded the drug squad then shuttered the shelters
so more poor people die in their sleep and cold weather
while the town’s run by a board of directors
p-ssin’ laws so the poor gotta bounce or be specters
look, i don’t got gold, despite the hook
and nylon line used when they catch, clean, cook
callin’ us criminals, cool, i ain’t playing around
come get your jaw rocked thinkin’ that money’ll keep us down
[chorus]
i got gold, all in my eyes, all shoved down my throat
i got gold, all in my eyes, all shoved down my throat
i got gold, all in my eyes, all shoved down my throat
it got violent, all by some kind of design from the throne
[sample]
[outro]
now put your fists in air if you hate the feds
are my fists in your face? i’m a f-ckin’ mess
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