Read aloud
Politics is a swamp where the deputies freeze,
While the voters are fools, brought down to their knees.
I see the old-timers digging through trash for a dime,
While the leaders are busy committing the crime.
They’re stuffing their wallets and building their estates,
Stirring up drama and fueling the hates.
Just thugs in a suit who climbed into power,
I stayed home from the polls in the final hour.
I see the new Hitlers in the seats that they hold,
I see through the motives and the lies that they’ve sold.
Think you can buy me with a campaign pitch?
Your thoughts are all rotten, you’re looking to get rich.
I see the lust for the crown in your head,
I’m a original, street-born and bred.
I’m young and I’m free, I don’t bow, I don’t bend,
Middle finger held high to the very last end.
Hand over my head, let the message be known:
This is our politics—the one that we own.
(c) Legalize