The
baskets are empty
Waiting
for the economy to rise
Up
to the sky and multiply
Giving
us the hope we need
But
the ground is covered with dust
Of
race and religion layered over every part
Trying
to assimilate with its web to grow
The
baskets are empty we can't crow
The
U-turns seem the way
It
makes the demons smiling happy
The
minds are full of easy picking
The
bankrupt of ideas to fill the baskets
Arguing
on the unnecessary things
The
Constitution is the supreme law
No
such thing as the social contract
Stop
dreaming wake up start the economy
PH
leaders the street fighters gone soft
The
taste of power befuddle their minds
Don't
remember the decades on the streets
Go
back listen to “Hotel California”
Go
to the ground
Listen
with open eyes and minds
Don't
let the Old Man fool you
He
wants it all for his own race
Wake
up turn the pages
The
manifesto must ring in your ears
Tomorrow
is the time to start cracking
You
have 3 years to make it work
