The Division - Dan Bull
Written by:Dan Bull
It takes 5 days for society to break
Starvation hunger violence and rape
The united states of America's dead of her epidemic yet again
The violin should play
When you orchestrate and prepare
An awful state of affairs is it fair
To say that you paid to rob your own grave
With nature defaced the decay is ingrained
You can't take the truth 'til it's straight in your face
And it's too late to change it or take it away
Fate is a strange thing we predicted the happenings
Straight after late capitalism
But we didn't prepare
For the winter despair
There was frost on the glass
We were lacking the vision
But for what little is left
We need a tactical mission
And for that we can thank the division
New York city
Could it be more gritty
Money is the root to all evil
So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
New York city
Could it be more gritty
Money is the root to all evil
Would our dear for fathers weep or pitty
Rewind
Flash back for a minute as we shoot back 5 days
To black Friday
New York feel the boom bap vibrate
Street map is a true rat like maze
Open jail flip the gulag sideways
Too late to glue cracks view that crime rate
Whole city's in a 2 PAC mind state
Thugging at each other to get food and hydrate
Better get moving to that highway
Come on if you really wanna do that why wait
Pack your bags grab your shoes and migrate
'Cause a dead president's a dude that's irate
For a land built on dirty money
It's absurdly funny
That it's turning ugly
But you know humans we just keep running
And we will it is our will and this is a free country
New York city
Could it be more gritty
Money is the root to all evil
So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
New York city
Could it be more gritty
Money is the root to all evil
Would our dear for fathers weep or pitty
The president says to do whatever it takes
To tether the threads and weather the state
Defend it against any tremors and quakes
Hell or heaven could make
My vector can spray
Like a rector can pray
So I'll recitify lies correct your mistakes
You're treading a fine line with the steps that you take
So you might find my boot print etched in your face
Yes siree we do what's necessary
Every discretionary decision is left up to me
Definitely
Stepping the street
With weapon ready
To step in and cease
The spread of the epidemic dead on its feet
Second guessing whoever we meet
We're a second from our severed head and spines lying separately
So I'm speaking to my team with techy telepathy
If I protect them
They protect me
New York city
Could it be more gritty
Money is the root to all evil
So when we fall farther it seems more fitting
New York city
Could it be more gritty
Money is the root to all evil
Would our dear for fathers weep or pitty