Sun Rise Above - The Ashes Of Eagles Lyrics
I'm the voice of the working poor, laboring for minimum wageLike men in a cage, I'm the memory of slavesNever forget, I'm like what a typhoon is to wavesIn effect like gravity on your ass as you ageOn the mic I sound like a million bats trapped in a cageTrapped, trying to find a way out and scratching in veinI'm the rats that show up after it rainsI'm the scars that appear on your body after the painThe soldier in the army, the brain in the bodySimilar to Jamie Bain, I'm insane with the shottieBut my target is not a boxer, it's capitalists and copsThis rap is like a derailed train the way it stops yaDead in your tracks, I'm ahead of the factsI'm the satellite, GPS and lines on the mapA seventy second long song that you keep winding on back'Cause like an anorexic, it's stuck in your head that it's fatSo I could give ***** less about MTV playerI'm the virus that formatted your MP3 playerThe slayer of nonsense, proletarian consciousA rogue state armed with nuclear missile launchers
