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letra de hysteria - subject

(chorus)
big america
filling my head with hysteria
big america ever wanna spread the money
big america what’s your agenda
sit and listen while we seeing millions in prison

(verse 1)
they’re keeping the bread like a baker
and never be giving it back
why the f-ck are we living with that
born to get high that’s a fact
it becomes clearer as you dig deeper
motherf-cker twiddling thumbs
while k!lling our sons
and daughters over endless war
but can’t even feed the people dying on our home soil
trading soldiers blood for oil hoping sh-t will boil over
painted in red like the flag that we love
betrayed by the ones that the law says to trust
fed from the beginning
like a child hardly eating
or another hardly breathing
and cannot afford the score
zip past the four door ford
think big dip sh-t
you never get it
you never get it
f-ck the government and the one who been loving it
shoveling sh-t to us
tryna control our fuss
could be spying on you or me
who is he
the he who k!lls democracy
is a monopolistic economy

(verse 2)
it’s the root of all evil in our people
and every steeple
if we second guess em
then they seep in
through the peephole
from an iron throne
behind all the politicians
we sit back and listen
with the hand that’s been given
never thinking bout a bigger vision
filled with pill prescriptions
if you got a different way of thinking
some people really need it
but others are fed a gimmick
and led to a river
and forced to take a drink
is it the truth a lie or a high
that they been feeding you
packed into an eating tube
guess you gotta see it through
to find a meaning deep and true
careers that you been leaning to
but failure to apply yourself
they questioning your mental health
hardly eating or sleeping
you getting used to the feeling
of seeing debt through the ceiling
that is the way you’re told to live
till the day you’re old and sick
no wonder why we are
a generation full of pr-cks

(verse 3)
it’s bullsh-t full of nuisance
who lose grip on the lower people
never see it equal like our minds are feeble
but they ain’t so i take my paint
and make a bigger pictures with the rhymes i say
my flow is sicker than mixed liquor with a cheap elixir
with the dream of figures of watching two sisters whisper
when i’m sitting eating chicken dinner
then i will feel like i a winner
got everybody listening from young to old
i’m feeling like a savage dealing damage
reaching passage
way past average making these classics
hoping i can grow these people to fanatics
home town proud still these people never listen
to the subject sound that i built from the ground up
some of em show love but only when i get dub
some of em show love but only when i get dub
hoes on my buts i don’t even really give a f-ck

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