I wrote a protest song. It’s protests Wall Street, the real Big Brother, mind controlling, spying on everyone. The international Corporate Cartel with an army; the United States armed forces. The song is quite provocative if you consider the love of money over human life. The song has a extraordinary title that caused some concern among the censors on the net. The video accompanying the song was rudely removed and I was punished by Youtube, thought not for it’s striking title but because a still photo, downloaded from Youtube parent company Google Images, shows three young girls holding assault weapons/rifles and smiling for mom and dad’s (I hope) camera. This was because, as Youtube explained it “depicted children in a potentially dangerous situation”. LOL
Anyway Vimeo, thirsting for content, didn’t have a problem posting it for me so you can watch it there. I hope my assault on Wall Street outweighs the assault of the melody, lousy guitar playing and primitive recording on your ears. Lyrics run with the video but here they are as a poem if you wish.
We’re all Niggers on Wall Street.mp4 on Vimeo
We’re all Niggas on Wall St
They don’t discriminate, we’re just the human race.
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Praise any God you choose, wrap it in Red White and Blue
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Giving a whole new meaning, to we’ll take care of you
All men are created equal, old folks and women too
White trash like you and me, every kid L-G-B-T
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
No matter where on Earth you are, from Arizona to Zambia
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Don’t mind if you’re prolife, or wanna make that man your wife.
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Giving a whole new meaning, to being Shanghaied,
All the colors of the rainbow, fade to black and white
Every politician who needs the bribes, every starving baby that cries
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Rob the rich, go to jail, fight each other at the Walmart sale
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
You’re not allowed to die, until they’ve bled you dry,
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Giving a whole new meaning, to being free
Selling peace and happiness, at the pharmacy
Every day working hard, pay the interest on the credit card
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Send the poor boys GIs, to steal the oil kill and die
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
The class war’s already won, they didn’t need a gun
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Giving a whole new meaning to the American dream
Literally a plastic world, from credit cards to the Christmas tree
They don’t even know our name, we’ve never really been in the game
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
White war on browns & blacks, the 1%ers pay no tax
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
2nd amendment or gun control, chasing each other down the rabbit hole
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
Giving a whole new meaning, to the golden rule,
If I can take your dough, then I’ll do unto you,
If this song gets a million plays, I’ll have enough pone for one more day
We’re all niggas down on Wall St
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