As the dollar exchanges the hand of many
There lie the poor who dream of having enough for today
The rich control the government while the gangs control the streets
It`s hand against the sword till the strong take out the weak
It`s all a competition to see who will get the bigger bite
Men driven by obsessions , the more they get the more they want
To have it all, they gotta see they`re plagues upon the wall
Blinding obsessions
Blinding obsessions
You gave up all your rights as you turnde to the needle
And now you`ve gone so fat, there is no turning back
Do what it takes, you`ve gotta have it all
There`s something in your blood that pulls the number
Makes a call, it doesn`t really matter if you lose it all
Just as long as you feed this desire inside of you
Can`t you see you`re destroying your life ?
Turn away it`s not what it`s made out to be, oh don`t you see?
There`s a dead end there for you
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