Satisfied?

Hey yo
 Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance
 You better dance from your fighting stance
 Or you'll never have a fighting chance
 In the rat race
 Where the referee's son started way in advance
 But still you livin' the American Dream
 Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows
 Who the fuck would wanna wake up?
 You got it good like hot sex after the break up
 Your four car garage it's just more space to take up
 You even bought your mom a new whip scrap the jalopy
 Thousand dollar habit, million dollar hobby
 You a success story everybody wanna copy
 But few work for it, most get jerked for it
 If you think that you could ignore it, you're ig-norant
 A fat wallet still never made a man free
 They say to eat good, yo, you gotta swallow your pride
 But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
 The poor get worked, the rich get richer
 The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
 The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed
 The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed
 The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone
 The old get stiff, the young get stepped on
 Whoever told you that it was all good lied
 So throw your fists up if you not satisfied
 Are you satisfied?
 I'm not satisfied
 Hey yo, the air's still stale
 The anthrax got my Ole Earth wearin' a mask and gloves to get a meal
 I know a older guy that lost twelve close peeps on 9-1-1
 While you kickin' up punchlines and puns
 Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
 By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
 If it's war time or jail time, time for promises
 And time to figure out where the enemy is
 The same devils that you used to love to hate
 They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate
 The same ones that traded books for guns
 Smuggled drugs for funds
 And had fun lettin' off forty-one
 But now it's all about NYPD caps
 And Pentagon bumper stickers
 But yo, you still a nigga
 It ain't right them cops and them firemen died
 The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic
 It won't make the brutality disappear
 It won't pull equality from behind your ear
 It won't make a difference in a two-party country
 If the president cheats, to win another four years
 Now don't get me wrong, there's no place I'd rather be
 The grass ain't greener on the other genocide
 But tell Huey Freeman don't forget to cut the lawn
 And uproot the weeds
 Cuz I'm not satisfied
 All this genocide
 Is not justified
 Are you satisfied?
 I'm not satisfied
 Yo, poison pushers making paper off of pipe dreams
 They turned hip-hop to a get-rich-quick scheme
 The rich minorities control the gov'ment
 But they would have you believe we on the same team
 So where you stand, huh?
 What do you stand for?
 Sit your ass down if you don't know the answer
 Serious as cancer, this jam demands your undivided attention
 Even on the dance floor
 Grab the bull by the horns, the bucks by the antlers
 Get yours, what're you sweatin' the next man for?
 Get down, feel good to this, let it ride
 But until we all free, I'll never be satisfied
 - Repeat 2x
 Are you satisfied?
 (whoever told you that it was all good lied)
 I'm not satisfied
 (Throw your fists up if you not satisfied)
 Are you satisfied?
 (Whoever told you that it was all good lied)
 I'm not satisfied
 (So throw your fists up)
 (So throw your fists up)
 (Throw your fists up)