Dividing Line

We the coin

They the meter

They the arse

We the excretion

They the system & we’re part of it

They the flies

We the shit

They lay down laws so they can rest

They the oppressors

We the oppressed

They clap their hands so we jump

They commit the crime

We take the brunt

They declare war

We pull the trigger

They the fascist

We the nigger

They issue the boots

We do the marching

They the pissed

We left parching

They click fingers

We push the button

People starving because of gluttons

They the captain of this sinking ship

They only the clasp, we tighten their grip