The Game

Chorus

Mother earth a commodity What an oddity
Whoever thought it up must’ve had a lobotomy, yo they bother me Erecting this dimension called the new world order
I was living in nirvana, they brought chaos to my waters
Now they got the money to burn, and money to earn
And nothing to learn, I’m getting concerned
Your life up in smoke, like hits on the izm
Caught in the new slave trade called capitalism

Verse 1

Do not pass go
Do not collect the dollars
If you rolling with’ the blue and not the white collars
Take a ride on the Reading, while you contemplating what you needing
Masses go hungry, the elite feeding
The income tax, the 10% U got to deal with
Gave you a car at the start, you think you wheeling
But they own all the property cards, you paying rent
The end of your turn, you be wondering where yo money went
Stop by and visit all yo homies in jail
Yo they didn’t roll doubles and they can’t make the bail
If you want some power, got to pay for utilities
Don’t you miss the day when the water was free?
Set you up with a parking plan but it be all deception
Play yo cards on a chance
Three steps back and change direction
Cop yo girl a ring, and they call it a luxury
But it’s really just a payoff for enduring the misery

Verse 2

Thought U borrow yo way out, the note be promissory
But the interest rate be kicking yo ass, a sad story
Vacation on the Boardwalk, five-star hotel
Now you on the public transit, got yo wheels for sale
You catch a long-term bid, just when you having a kid
And the banker playing ‘round, was it something I did?
You making yo appeal at the community chest
But the shit ain’t aerate, in peace may it rest
Lie like a politician with yo cup just stumping
Can you hook a brother with a little something, something?
Only when you see the eyes of other than man
Do you understand
That they don’t really give a damn
Let me explain, the force of yo confusion
The money man and yo opponent, they up in collusion
They want yo mind, body, soul in state of a slave
From the pyramids to the projects unto the grave

Bridge

Everybody need love (But they looking for money)
“ peace (But they looking for money)
“ food (But they looking for money)
“ air (But they looking for money)
“ friends (But they looking for money)
“ justice (But they looking for money)
“ everything a human being ever needs (But they looking for money)

That’s the new world order
Now they caught up in the slaughter
The fathers, the mothers, the sons, and the daughters
But Da Reapa came to break you out.
This way out!

(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)