August

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Jimmy Jo Bucek

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We all fucked 
I ain't got shit 
I'm sweating and it's August 
If you like me 
You probably work for ends meet 
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin 
Call my name 
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead 
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops 
I'd rather be a culprit 
Read my rights 
And then lock me in the handcuffs 
Send me off 
We all lost in America 

Mass hysteria 
Mass media 
Mastered shaping mass appeal
Peals away our character 
Masking truth
Mass produce
The news ruining mother's mascara 
Mass shootings
Mass incarceration
There's no use praying 
The masses missing mass
The pastor masturbating  
Massacres from LA to Massachusetts 
I guess nothing matters 
We all puppets doing 
Masters bidding 
But don't be dipping in they pockets
Question the bosses mindset 
N' find yourself jobless 
All this attributed to selective hearing 
Several years of
Corporate culture 
Vulture eyes sadistic thinking
Quickly sinking 
It's sick they seeing people as just statistics
Just a number
Numb to consciousness
Ignorance the tip of the iceberg
And that's where the problem begins
I said it before
I'll say it again 
Unless you a congressman 

We all fucked 
I ain't got shit 
I'm sweating and it's August 
If you like me 
You probably work for ends meet 
I don't need much
I'm leaving in a coffin 
Call my name 
When you need to hear the real shit
Catch me dead 
Before you catch me in an office
I can't trust cops 
I'd rather be a culprit 
Read my rights 
And then Lock me in the handcuffs 
Send me off 
We all lost in America 

It doesn't get scarier 
Instilling fear from feeling inferior 
Police employing serial killers
This is serious business 
Terrorizing they victims leaving kids without a father 
I hope it haunts you 
I hope you see
His face forever engraved in your memory 
I hope your soul never Rest In Peace 
Temperature rising got me sweating in a cold world 
This a matter of survival deep inside a nightmare 
Life lost no love felt 
No question of suspects
Rosfeld free to roam 
Bail unsecured 
On house arrest but he ain't home 
He ain't alone 
There's a load of 
Officers 
Better off in a morgue
Instead they acquitted in court
The system corrupt 
Crooks n thugs pose to Serve and Protect 
They Provoke and Destruct 
There's No Justice 
No Peace

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