On the back of the almighty dollar..

It’s inscribed in God We All Trust
But that couldn’t be any farther
From the truth, it’s so untrue.
What we trust is the green that we lust for
Since they treat you like King when you have more
So we Pawn off our Queens like they’re just whores
Checkmate in two, it’s your move.
Two classes, the have and the have-nots
2 percent control half of the worlds stock
98 percent fight over crumbs dropped
Like pigeons do, stale and used.
In this capitalist society
Uppercase is upper-class is notoriety
CEO, PH D on your ID
You know the rules, we all do.

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