Insurrection

On a poor man's dollar, a rick man's dreams decided to ride
He decided to tax that poor man for money to help him and his kind hide
The rich man devised a system that allowed him to cheat, hiding his assets
Continuously breaking the system so that they could steal all that they could get

The stock exchange is the same as Vegas and Atlantic City
Though when you walk into a casino the odds aren't that shitty
If you loose your money in the casino, you know that your money was taken by the house
But when the markets crash and your money disappears, shit is quieter than a mouse

Who has the money, hahaha billions of dollars had to had gone somewheres
The rich openly does this stealing, fact is they don't even care
Tax dollars are spent for bigger and better weapons on the poor man's dime
But if you think these weapons are for other countries, please get with the times

The rich will never forget the fates of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette
These weapons are being stockpiled for the poor, on that you can bet
The rich knows that human nature has placed a time limit on their game
The poor can only endure so much before tiring of all the pain

Their dividing tactics are slowly approach their ends
Whispers on the wind says that the poor are getting restless again
Rebellious individuals so full of hate, of a far left or far right kind
They've assembled in the hoods, trailer parks, and forest with those of a like mind

The defensive lines are breaking, there's evident prejudice in the rich's defense
Why wasn't anyone responding when they came scampering over the fence
The rich made dashes, whose supposed to make the call or push the button
Wondering can they all fit into the bunker, while blowing the country up into nothing

They can see Attila leading the Huns along with the Moors
Genghis Khan and Adolph Hitler bonding and demanding that the rich give more
How could this happen, how could the poor forget their many differences
Who could had cleared their minds of the riches' infused ignorance