I've seen the same story before walking through the revolving door I see the rich feeding off the poor acting like they don't know what we're in for so what's instore for the rest of us? repercussions of a broken trust as we invest turns to dust pleasure and treasure turns to rust they say it's just a test of integrity working like a slave suppose to be the best of me but I'm getting sick of tired walking the wire 6 feet deep, where I retire all that's left is my credentials ya motherfucker I'm on another level might be at the bottom but I'm still successful cuz here I am picking on the Devil my sweat and tears are gunna count for more then gold in my pockets décor what you gunna do with all those diamonds and pearls play dress up and act like little girls 7 cars won't make your dick grow large ya you a boss, but you'll never be IN charge To me it seems just a bit absurd to try to shine and polish a turd all that's left is my credentials and ya motherfucker I'm on another level might be at the bottom but I'm still successful cuz here i am picking on the Devil I walk the streets again with empty hands nothing to grab onto but quicksand drown in a sea of debt credit the rest spiraling down till there's nothings left I lost the wife the house the car my dignity and pride so far so here i am pleading down on my knees mother fucker's even came for both of these broken beaten shattered nothing mattered I might be a slave, but I'll never have a master I see the end grim reaper is near no fear my conscience is clear no fear my conscience is clear no fear my conscience is clear - all that's left is my credentials and ya motherfucker I'm on another level might be at the bottom but I'm still successful cuz here i am picking on the Devil
