Why I Still Love Hip Hop (Part 4,192)

Sweatshop Union
Sweatshop Union – thank fuck for this band!

Following on from the previous post, this sums up how I feel at the moment:

The whole world’s a sweatshop, a fascist regime
With billions of parts, working as a massive machine
The goal, keep the masses, passive between
Cash, limosines and other fabulous things
But we gotta wake up and notice it’s a load of shit
It’s all about ownership, it’s all in who’s controllin’ it
Not bout the gold you get, not bout the clothes you’re in
It’s not about oil, but we’re killing each other over it
Like a Doberman, chomping on a cat
It’s a new world order, and they’re bombin on Iraq
And it’s so fucking heartless, the whole country’s starving
And yet, they’ve been targeted as a threat regardless
This all started in days prior to ours
They arrived from the stars, and survived in the dark
Now it’s time for the hearts of men
To march against it
And realize that the cycle starts and ends with…

Chorus:
Us, we’re the ones that pay for the bombs
Us, we built the planes that they’re on
Us, It’s insane all of the ways they conned us
But we can change it today, it’s just all on
Us, we’re the ones that pay for the bombs
Us, we built the planes that they’re on
Us, It’s insane all the ways we’ve been conned
Into killing millions of innocent people, but it’s all on…
Us.

Trust me friends, it could never just be us, or just be them
Sometimes I think it just depends, it’s just pretend
You can never trust a trend
Don’t rub your eyes, I’d rather you to just listen, look up to them?

Tell me, who the fuck are they?
When did they ever give a damn about what you say?
For what you stand, that’s why you gotta trust me man
Trust a Bush? That’s like saying trust Saddam
But for real, you gotta love the fam
Ask his dad the ex-prez how many drugs he ran
So trust us, this shits about to flood the land
Cause government hands can no longer plug the dam

So fuck the news, fuck the critics, fuck their views
And if you sit and let it happen then fuck you too

It’s up to you, I can’t tell you what to do
But touch the truth, and don’t just judge the few
But judge…

Chorus:
Us, we’re the ones that pay for the bombs
Us, we built the planes that they’re on
Us, It’s insane all of the ways they conned us
But we can change it today, it’s just all on
Us, we’re the ones that pay for the bombs
Us, we built the planes that they’re on
Us, It’s insane all the ways we’ve been conned
Into killing millions of innocent people, but it’s all on…
Us.

(Source: Sweatshop Union)

As I’m typing this, The Twang have just started playing on the telly. What a fucking contrast…


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