As the dollar exchanges the hands 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 'til the strong take out the weak.
It's all a competition to see who will get the bigger bite, the bigger bite.
Men driven by obsessions - the more they get, the more they want,
To have it all, they gotta see their plaques upon the wall.
You gave up all your rights as you turn to the needle,
And now you've gone so far, there is no turning back,
You do what it takes, you gotta have it all,
There's something in your blood that pulls the number, makes the 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?
