Lyrics

I look out over the ruins and wastelands
The final product of man’s master plan
I could lie and say I’m surprised
But I seen it from the beginning with my own eyes
The rich have all of the power
Now I guess it’s time for me to devour
Some the warriors had no other choice
Some of them killing because they have no voice
But me I want all of the strength
The power to twist and change everything
The secrets they withheld for too long
Are coming to bite back on this mutherfucking song
So keep calm the end is almost here
On the thirteenth hour they’ll disappear
But until then it ain’t no looking back
So it’s greetings to your mother from this wrinkled nut shack bitch

These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich
These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich
These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich

Welcome to the wasteland bitch, the environment’s toxic
Rampant with sickness starving and impoverished
No food to eat breathing the air makes you nauseous
Bodies litter the streets Children feeding off of carcasses
The only water to drink’s from the cesspool swamp pits
Unless you’re drinking your piss or a slave for the rich
With a chip in your wrist living in the walls
Only acid rain falls outside of Tia’Maat
Hunger pains call from my people time to strike back
Fight back against this evil planning an attack
Just to feed my people break these walls down
Just to make it equal I’ll bring them all down
Look like LA the sequel for these kids’ sake
Trying to teach them and lead them, reach their arm out for freedom
Raise my warriors up stomp into battle and beat them
Overthrow, consume and eat them

These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich
These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich
These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich

Blood stains on the ground, pain all around
I can feel it running through my veins right now
Pain and pressure handed down from my ancestors
About to eat them alive for goddamned breakfast
I play this game of life like chess not checkers
If I killed something would I feel a lot better
All these fools I hate look like food on a plate
Welcome to the wasteland where I’m going to choose your fate
Call the cops bitch, shit’s about to get toxic
Oh you think you’re going to have it all when a killer ain’t got shit
Erase them off the paper, shit ain’t getting no safer
Blood everywhere, body parts in the refrigerator
These streets is starving the beast is barking
About to break out of the cage and feast in your garden
I’m just trying to eat while the rich get richer
It’s only a matter of time before me and the devil’s coming to get you

These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich
These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich
These streets are starving
Why don’t they just Eat the rich