The System

If society was a food chain, we'd be at the bottom,
Cause the people at the top wanna keep us rotten
Slaves to their money and the "American Dream"
Wanna make us all think about the Beam
-er, Benz, or Bentley
Forget their magazines, what have they done for me?
Made us insecure and changed the meaning of beauty?
It seems women forgot that their naturally beautiful
How do you think Bulimia started? It wasn't cause the food was unruly.
Since when did men wax their chests?
Since when did women enlarge their breasts?
We're killing originality to be like the rest
Because insecurity resides within us, and it pleases the beast
Because that's just what it looks for to indulge in its feast
Devour our hearts just enough to make us wanna buy more
Valueless crap in line at the stores
We're slaves to the system, just a bunch of pimps and whores
And I promised myself I'd let it get to me no more
Cause if humility was a food chain, we'd stand at the top
Hell, our humble deeds make us the cream of the crop
I'ma speed up my engine to cut off selfish ingrates.
So know that I won't give in till my last breath escapes
Cause I may be nice, but sure as hell aint stupid
Nobody's as innocent as the portrayal of baby Cupid