Atun Sen Geb - The Great Depression lyrics

[Intro] I don't have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad, it's a depression Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter Punks are running wild in the street 'Cause nobody anywhere seems to know what to do And there's no end to it [Verse 1: Cosmic Crusader] Modern money mechanics of the fractional reserve Loans loaned out on loans, this principal is absurd Government bonds are bondage, instruments of debt Working cla** mouths to feed, got no sustenance left So to make ends meet they submit to employment Treasury manage liability deployment Wage slave trade of the federal deficit No predetermined limit to how bad they'll let it get Paralyzed economy of wealth displaced Concept of greenbacks effectively disgraced Commissary notes, with no real consideration Contractual defaults for closed ramifications Wage war gets what you earned your wage for Lose a third of your income, what have you paid for? Interest rates are underrated, people feel indated More money in the system, more debt is created [Interlude] We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat And we sit watching our TVs While some local newscaster tells us that today We had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes As if that's the way it's supposed to be We know things are bad, worse than bad - they're crazy It's like everything everywhere is going crazy So we don't go out anymore [Verse 2: Atun Sen Geb] [?] in a hybrid vehicle On the roof, big a** [?] economic recessions Break down percentages, pick a slice, [?] vibrance Support to implement the fears, world healthcare Shift gears to last year, standard is living depressed Citizens, fourteenth amendments, energy Complex, [?] oil mills and natural gases Depleted by ma**es, Federal enterprises Evaluize dollars and secret bonds Liquidated and face it, created trillions in credit Taxing commoners, nonsense, to pay back the national debt [?] can't control cities [?] AKs, not the old rules, the SUVs Pa**enger seats, the bullhorn messenger [?] world order, erase the borders [?] Somalian slaves [Interlude] I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot I don't want you to write to your congressman Because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write I don't know what to do about the depression And the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street All I know is that first, you've got to get mad You've got to say, "I'm a human being, God damn it!" "I'm as mad as Hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" [Verse 3: Rasul Allah] America is bankrupt, on the verge Of economic disaster, the collapse of the dollar Consolidation of foreign policies, trade routes Stocks and bonds frozen by China The rise of a deepening recession leads the American people into a second-rate depression Psychological deprivation Equivalent to the panic of 1933 A prophetic prescription of a dictorial World government predicted by Andrew Jackson And Thomas Jefferson, that's why They a**a**inated Abraham Lincoln, the Military industrial complex, a corporation Of globalist elites The League of Nations, the council all formed of nations Has taken over the world economic matrix Wall Street agents have hijacked Washington DC Disguised as Woodrow Wilson 9.7 trillion, stolen from The US treasury, now add seven hundred trillion What's the difference? It's still [?] Evaporates the social security system Inflation, deflation, infiltration This is financial terrorism, a ma** euphoria Healthcare and welfare will be abolished The middle cla** will never survive this, it's obvious [Outro: Rasul Allah] Yeah, you know what I'm saying? The Lost Children of Babylon Takes you out of the second-rate depression Beware of the central banks, you know what I'm saying? Prepare for a new world order The zeitgeist, the spirit of the age