(intro) Yo, in this democracy, you choose your pain, Ballin' in the white world where dreams ain't the same. Power play, makin' moves, flexin' hard, no shame, Bitches know the deal, it's a fuckin' brutal game. Verse 1 Supreme leaders sittin' high, ideas reign supreme, Paintin’ bed stories, livin’ like a twisted dream. Everything’s awesome, ain't no room for the mediocre, Wouldn't wanna imagine, that life would be a joker. Got the world in their palm, like they holdin' the deck, But we slummin' in the dark while they're cashin' the check. Greatness is the tale, but reality's a snare, Sippin' on the poison, thinkin' life’s fair - beware! Hook Ain't no democracy, just a way to suffer, Bitches fall in line, while we struggle, we tougher. Put your fist in the air, let 'em know we ain't done, In this white world of dreams, we all livin' on the run. Verse 2 Yo, with they direction, got benefits galore, Low taxes, good health care, knockin' on the door. Chances for the masses, gotta roll the dice right, Will I hit the jackpot, or fade into the night? Got the whispers in the wind, tellin' me to hustle harder, Flexin’ through the struggle, yeah, I'm a street martyr. They paint that perfect picture, while we grind in the dirt, Sufferin' the silence, yo, it only makes it worse. Hook (female) Ain't no democracy, just a way to suffer, Bitches fall in line, while we struggle, we tougher. Put your fist in the air, let 'em know we ain't done, In this white world of dreams, we all livin' on the run. Verse 3 Education's a weapon, but only the elite, Supreme white schools, yeah, they bringin’ the heat. Win your bully for free, claim your stake in the game, Today in the school, tomorrow, rise to fame. Choose wisely my niggas, don’t get lost in the haze, Leadership’s a marathon, while they’re countin' the plays. Knowledge is the power, but the rules ain't for us, In this system, man, it’s all about the trust. Hook Ain't no democracy, just a way to suffer, Bitches fall in line, while we struggle, we tougher. Put your fist in the air, let 'em know we ain't done, In this white world of dreams, we all livin' on the run. Verse 4 Final end’s upon us, that button ain’t red, It’s whiter than white, dollar signs in your head. Follow or be followed, constant whoop whoop behind, Searchlights flashin' bright, but they blindfold your mind. At the corners, buy your Glock, protect what’s yours, In this game of survival, it's the life that restores. Power to the women, they rise like the sun, In this male-ruled jungle, oh, we ready to run. (Outro Hook - female) Yo, in this democracy, you choose your pain, Ballin' in the white world where dreams ain't the same. Power play, makin' moves, flexin' hard, no shame, Bitches know the deal, it's a fuckin' brutal game.
