Текст песни Born to Lose - YCK , ISVVC

Dirt avalanche loose fruit from the branch
Eat em up don't think gonna snoop then I snatch
Shoot the latch get the loot backpack that I sold
Send boots to the ground there's a well full of gold
Want a piece of the pie then you speak with me
I'm raising all the stakes and pushing each degree
Stand behind cause you ain't cut for this
I might rebound back but this wound persists
I'm hung up like a Warhol on the wall
Red stains on my body painting till the belt fall
Eyes oxidizing eroding with thoughts arising
Controlling the sheep in power but fighting cannot divide it
Life been disparaging calling me un-American
For talking bout the shit that they value and still be cherishing
Fuck a hedge fund I'll be blowing heads up
Ain't nobody bail em out when they're crashing it gets tough

Jaded with the thought of getting up these days
Carve a pentagram into the floor written three names
The father the son and the holiest spirit
No fuck for the principles they stay adherent
Now you want to be romanticized
I wanna be set free but my hands are tied
All the servitude and you ain't satisfied
You're still taking out filth through infanticide
Keep to the doctrine keep to the text
Give the finger to the giants that I'm up against
Mind been reduced to a primitive state
Never wait for the ones who were driven insane
On to the actions called upon
When they'd known damn well but kept along
Made to a top down panopticon
Well they can hold their money but not for long