Hit the Building
Then Break the bricks
Build it back up

just shape then shift
situations aint made to quit
workin hard so we can pay the rent

Close the curtains make the trends
pockets filled with the paper lint
from the money that i need to spend

but in reality im poor as %#@!
society dont want us to win
sink or swim

ima drain this ship

im a dream till I win the race

in actuality ill stay the same
Goals of all colors
gold from our cousins

Morals we owe something
Quarells we all run em


Diamonds
Silver
Gold

Dollars



Chorus:
Yo
I aint made for this

I aint made for this
I aint made for this
I aint safe from this



Run tracks till i break my neck

Force it in their face demand respect
Comand the army that i have at hand
Make it up then break the band

sand paper to shape the crown
Fold the speakers to shape the sound
deja vu the secrets out

who do you want to speak about

who owns us

they do
who knows us
Grey Suits


they came in space suits
empires with paint hues

our canvas is what they use
to obtain whatever the $#&@ will phase you


its just too much
its just too much
its just too much

its not enough

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who owns us
they do

who owns us
they do
who owns us

they do
who owns us
they do


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