Parallax - Rat Race | Текст песни

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[Intro]
"The point is that, ladies and gentleman, that greed
Perhaps a better word, is good
Greed is right
Greed works
Greed, in all of it's forms
Captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit"

"We're born into the world
And we tend to accept (uhhh) the world as it is
When we're born into it"
(Thoughts on my mind with no self control)

[Verse 1]
So, what's my deal? I just feel hope suffered
When I think about the world that my kids will grow up in (shit)
Mass media is feeding no substance and each day the law seems to reason no justice (corrupt)
You could say slate on this cause I got a hate for pigs, but it's just the way intimidation's gonna make you think
A free pass for black suits with bare cash, but be harsh on track suits with air max
It's true some are feeding on the pennies that puttin high life from the weed up in that 20 band
Forget a job, it's easier to sell a batch
The cycle turns into track like you pedal crack (What?)
So, if you're doubting, I would scout the trail, back to the people that are eager to be alpha males
Infected by the ethics of the powdered cells
Spreadin' round the brain like the wrecking of a cancer cell

[Hook]
And this is how the plan plays
Many act strange liven' in this rat race
Shaped by the world when I flow on the beat
So quote what I speak if you know what I mean
It's deep (x2)

[Verse 2]
I think we're lacking guides, acting with a fractured mind, seeing sight, but we're colored blind seeing traffic lights
But, I'm seaking sings, reading in between the lines
Re-difine what your state of mind won't believe is right
What was known logic, is in a closed coffin
Cause the saints hearing stirs from a false prophet
Take caution, cause they're warping how we even think
Trying not to fall when we're walking on this ego trip
And above us all, some are scared to talk
Chillin' back on the highest floor of canary wharf
Fuck a recession, he knows where he shares his thoughts
One step ahead, so he's not scared to fall
We're just an army of a marching rank, feeding into greed like our market of Armani brands
You ain't fly unless you're riding a Ferrari back tinted out with garments that are printed with Versace stamp

[Hook]

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