Candy

Black tops on top of the hill
Flat-tops on Capitol Hill
Lets dream what we want
lets all live until its real

The demographics of our people
These demons are graphic with what we'll reap soon
The pictures are clear
In our minds; they'll seep through
we've all became conscious of the fact that
economy has one big strategy
the economist and regressions analysts
This is what causes the anarchy
All they do are flip the switches to see what circuits
effects our existence's

The lines that guides our lives
are sublime in the rap of the congress
The congressional stands
where the professional bargainers join hands
the catholics, christians, jihadist, and rest of preachers and prophets
all seen to me as contrabands of religions
where it's no longer fought with guns and swords
just the gift of gab
These bitches

This is the lyrical eulogy of this tyranny
that has bounded me
Born to reign
but can I ever loose the control
At times I recede
Then I remember to live bold