Monopoly

They are god and them sheep their pastor. Them pray, them they control us, they them lock. Their beautiful lies to build, depend on pastor. Divide to build reality for block and people blues. It doesn't look for peace and glaster. We make a lot of religion but they smoke And they realize the other thing we are the Black one. We wanna feel the freedom, it's a god, But... But... But... But... They cut and they shoot the bastards. My beautiful life seems depend on bastards. They fight to bring reality for broken people blues, People blues. We made a music but it's more to realize, To realize. We want to taste the freedom instead fight.