"SLAVE TO THE SYSTEM" lyrics

Yeah
You know who it is
(Does it really feel that good?)
Imma spit the truth
And only the truth, aight?
(Does it really feel that good?)

Modern acceptance
For the cause of mortality
We used to be the ones to help pick up the casualties
Now I'm sitting poolside
On the mezzanine
I'm thinking why the hell we here while there's refugees
Undercover, some of em in the suburbs
Some of em in the city, and some of em burning rubber
Loco, moco, mocha almond milk frappacino
Be it way more important than helping out your own people
Or your neighbors
How do you not feel guilty of how we treating our society?
From our diets to notoriety, nothing is less inspiring, maybe we need deity
To help guide us in the direction of peace
No more war in the streets, no more death or disease
No more, no more, no more politicians and greed
Uh, put me back in them cleats
Gotta sweep up on the mess you made and find the receipts
It's time to make a statement, I'm investigating
I'm in love with the mundane, feet on the pavement
I got Mondays on the clock, I'm a man of the rules
5-9 on the mic, 9-5 in the booth
Gas left in the tank, nothing lose, nothing to prove
I value my worth, I value the simplest things in life
I value the dirt
Evaluating hurts
We put em all, we put em all, we put em all to work

Does it really feel that good to be a slave to the system?
(Does it really feel that good?)
Does it really feel that good to be a cheater cause you kissed him?
(Does it really feel that good?)
Does it really feel that good sitting high on your steeple?
(Does it really feel that good?)
Does it really feel that good to be a man of people?
(Does it really feel that good?)