Tryna survive in this wicked rat race

As the wind, is blowin' straight up in my face

Money rules the world, everyday they pay

CFA or as they say money of apes

Makin' money in the banks of France

Yo, will it ever end?

Not with this fuckin' president

Another pawn in the invisible hand

Pushin' down on the people livin' in the mothaland

See that brotha there?

Livin' from cab fare, rides around town till the sun gets down

Got a lot of dreams and a master's degree

But the economy won't let him be who he be

We used to be kings now it's slavery

1961 didn't set nobody free

Spot a lot of lies in this modern history

The world is so cold and it's fucking killin' me

What you gonna do with your time?

Another night with open eyelids

This woke shit, is keepin' me broke, still

I'm focussed on the hope and

Tryna keep my mind chill

From all the stresses

That are resting on my shoulders

'cause oh this world is damn too wild

Now tell me how is a child supposed to smile?

Look at the inheritance

Living with the consequence of ubiquitous ignorance

People trying to make sense, get silenced

By the loudest voice wildin' up the masses

Of dunces and asses

Confusion enhances by the hand of the puppetman

Entrancin' all of these fans with

Glitter, glams and all of these beautiful damsels

But, man, the main questions, remain unawnsered

Look away from the brains that are getting splattered

Look away from the boats and just let them perish

Look away when they mine our gold and diamonds

Look away from the lives that don't really matter

What you gonna do with your time?

Twenty

Текст песни Twenty - Kunde