Suck It Up

I ain’t got no weapon of mass destruction.
Spend my time just preppin’ for deconstruction.
The first world’s grown real fat and needs a great reduction.
What’s needed’s not inflation but a massive suction.

So suck it up. Don’t pass the buck.
We’re out of luck if you don’t give a fuck.
Deflate the rich. Yes, life’s a bitch.
We’re in the fast lane headed for the ditch.

Third world’s in a hunger state and lookin’ for assistance.
Megaliths upon the throne are puttin’ up resistance.
Money and monopoly have been the rules of play.
Now it’s time to tell the fools this is a brand new day.

So suck it up. Don’t pass the buck.
We’re out of luck if you don’t give a fuck.
Just share the wealth. To hell with stealth.
The time is prime to work toward global health.

Con Job

I’m two months out of prison and I haven’t got a job.
I spend my daytimes looking for a place that I can rob.
My father often warned me I would meet a tragic end.
But I paid him no heed, alas. Now no man is my friend.
My years in jail conditioned me to live by evil means.
In stir, yes, sir, it’s black and white. There are no in betweens.
For those who knew me once, I think you’d recognize me still.
But now my eyes are cold and my first instinct is to kill.
An ex-con has ten ways to lose for every chance to win.
I’m livin’ at the corner of cruel memory and sin.
And if I’m seen outside your door, it’s best to hide your kin.
If I knock twice, take my advice and do not let me in.