cut the trap

When the gravy train is gone

We will see the break up of the gangs

The middle men will disappear

There will only be the direct dealing

Too many layers to the ground

Every layer the wealth is shared

By the time it reaches the floor

You can hear the bell ring

The hungry folks scramble for it

One over the other trying to get

The melee will become comical

If only they realize it long ago

The top get richer

They enjoy the fruits

The labour the ground provides

Letting them stay on top

Cut the trap

See what it has done

Let the parasites go

Free the drug free your soul