How Could You Do Me

America Wants Its Respect.

There’s No Way That Michael Jackson Or Whoever Jackson Should Have A Million Thousand Droople Billion Dollars And Then There’s People Starving. There’s No Way! There’s No Way That These People Should Own Planes And There People Don’t Have Houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I Know You’re Rich. I Know You Got 40 Billion Dollars, But Can You Just Keep It To One House? You Only Need One House. And If You Only Got Two Kids, Can You Just Keep It To Two Rooms? I Mean Why Have 52 Rooms And You Know There’s Somebody With No Room?! It Just Don’t Make Sense To Me. It Don’t.

Killing Ain't Fair, But Somebody Gotta Do It.

I'm Used On Every Level. I Have No Friends. I Have No Resting Place. I Never Sleep. I Can Never Close My Eyes. It's Horrible.

The Ground Is The Symbol For The Poor People; The Poor People Is Gonna Open Up This Whole World And Swallow Up The Rich People. It's Gonna Be Like - There Might Be Some Cannibalism Out This Mother. They Might Eat The Rich.