[Lyric] Pseudo Leaders (Justin Riegsecker "Mr. Clean")

[Intro: Mr. Clean]
An hour of your time
What’s it worth to you?
I fully believe that you should work hard for the things we want
The things we own
(Mula, G’s, Chedda, Cheese)
But we gotta' make a decision for ourselves
There’s 24 hours a day
And We Work 10 hours a shift
(Killin one another just to pile up the leaves.)
Hour to and from work
We’re supposed to sleep 8 hours
You Work out
Your goals...
You wanna improve yourself
(Bucket full of crabs, me instead of we.)
Hang out with your girl
That portion of our life, that we’re spent work and sleep...
(Pseudo leaders claim they servе their people.)
Is it rеally worth $15 bucks an hour?
$10 bucks an hour?
$20 bucks an hour?
You never get that back
(Stuck inside a paper prison that determines if we breath
But if we huff and puff together
Now our breath becomes a breeze!)
[Chorus: Mr. Clean]
Money rules the world
Whoever prints it, we obey
Instead of character
We’re judged by how much cash we make
Don’t you ever take a handout
Go out and get it everyday
In this world ain’t nothing free
Back all of it you gonna pay
A fourth from every check
A cut of Every dollar spent
Discover for yourself
Beyond a president
If you don’t smell what I just stepped in
You better pick up on the scent
The Landlords a money tree
It’s our Freedom that's for rent

[Verse 1: Mr. Clean]
Darkness all around us
Corruption mixed with greed
Where’s the evil rooted ?
It all started with a seed
The Mighty Money Tree
Enables Satan's dirty deeds
Influencing our decisions
Can’t we see it’s a disease?
We killing one another
Just to pile up the leaves
Just a bucket full of crabs
Thinking "ME instead of WE."
Stuck inside a paper prison
That determines if we breathe
But if we huff and puff together
Now our breath becomes a breeze!
[Refrain: Mr. Clean]
(Eww) They manifested this
Freedom isn’t free there's hidden cost with it
Health and happiness should have no cost with it
This is my life, you can't have control of it! (Eww)
Such a shady deal
Imagine we’re all broke and the Fed said that they will, "Print new money " and "hook you up!"
So prepare yourselves to pay a debt that isn't real! (Ewww)

[Verse 2: Mr. Clean]
Despotism
Cost of living
Got my freedom questioned
Most our time
Grindin' to provide
For the ones we love
But they still feel neglected (Eww)
We’re hooked on money
Like a drug addiction (Eww)
Indebted to the private banking system
Desperate times
Desperate measures
So now The ROAD to HELL
Is paved in GOOD intentions
Money, that’s behind
Every evil
If took away
It could legit be lethal
Pseudo leaders claim they serve the people
Slaves to the money
History the sequel. (Eww)
Stuck inside a paper prison. (Eww)
Paper chasin'
Like a drug addiction
Slavin'
Snoozin'
Second-guessin'
The cost of living got my freedom questioned
[Refrain: Mr. Clean]
(Eww) Nothing really free
But supposedly
We’re free and equal. (Eww)
They limit what we see
Divide us so we weak
Control vs Liberty
How the Hell did we devolve into an un United States beneath the glory eagle?
Ask ourselves
If the amount of value
That we put on money
Does it even outweigh what it costs?
(Mula, G’s, chedda, cheese)
(Mula, G’s, chedda, cheese)
(Mula, G’s, chedda, cheese)
Yea, But the fact of the matta'
Is, if you control the money
You control propaganda! (Mula, G’s, chedda, cheese)
Enslaving the world and never even read our Miranda
A good person
Worth less
Than one who’s pockets are fatta'

[Verse 3: Mr. Clean]
Think about it
The concept of “free will”
Masters pullin' strings
Disguised behind the dollar bills
Herding humans like we're sheep
By engineering what is real
Limited access to the money
Can make an angel cheat and steal
Slave away 3 months for free
For income tax, hell of a deal!
Let’s trade our money backed by gold
For worthless paper let’s reveal.....
Their hustle was to loan us $75 and get a bill ($100)
But in reality
The tax of $25 ain’t even real!

[Refrain: Mr. Clean]
(Eww)
Land of the free
(Eww)
Shady like the Money Tree
(Eww)
Nothing really free
Except a flu shot seasonally

[Outro: Mr. Clean]
Healthy people
Sick after getting poked
Ha ha ha
Yea, I ain’t get the joke!
There isn’t profit in a cure
Our health insurance all a hoax!
Want you to spend it week to week
Because we’re weak when we are broke
So just stay quiet
Don’t speak up
Or let the masses get provoked
We only here for feeding their porky-piggy-banks
“I beliep, I beliep, that’s all folks!”