One hand unleashes a molotov cocktail
As the other hangs on to daddy's purse strings
Setting the streets ablaze with pretentiousness
Taking a bath afterwards in opulence
Group discussions of pipedream periods
Such as the great and mighty Uncle Joe
Whose warmhearted ways put twenty million
Unpleasant dissenters into early graves
Or those lovable Silver spoon fed brothers
Fidel & Raul
From the halls of academia to the jungle
Pauperizing themselves for the peasants
Overthrowing an island with useful tools...fools
Fools who ended up living worse than before
Meantime the brothers returned to their roots
Ranking # 7 on the Forbes World's richest rulers
Maybe the wreck havoc in your face Chicago 7
Sprinkling dollar bills over capitalist on Wall Street
Only to find C7 Yippie Jerry Rubin years later
Sitting on a cushy seat on Wall Street
You know the script so follow the pattern
Rage on and suffer for us our NYC BLM 7
Having never tasted the food of poverty
After all
You can always fall back on your hidden stash.
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