As you walk the streets blind to the truth

Does money sculpt your perception

We see a struggle to fight through the day

You see laziness painted with your deception

Levels of hierarchy built by the bricks of immortality

Paper defines how long one lives

Unable to afford a decent insurance plan

Taken for all we got but hated if we don't forgive

How long will it take for justice to affect the top of the food chain

How long until an eviction notice will be on their doors

We all know the IRS wont ask them for overdue payments

But no one will listen if it's written with "Sincerely, The Poor"