Obsessions

As the dollar exchanges the hand of many
 There lie the poor who dream of having enough for today
 The rich control the government while the gangs control the streets
 It's hand against the sword till the strong take out the weak
 It's all a competition to see who will get the bigger bite
 Men driven by obsessions, the more they get the more they want
 To have it all, they gotta see they're plagues upon the wall
 You gave up all your rights as you turned to the needle
 And now you've gone so fat, there is no turning back
 Do what it takes, you've gotta have it all
 There's something in your blood that pulls the number
 Makes a call, it doesn't really matter if you lose it all
 Just as long as you feed this desire inside of you
 Can't you see you're destroying your life?
 Turn away it's not what it's made out to be, oh don't you see?
 There's a dead end there for you
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