Problem - Icicle, Skittles

Money ain’t the answer

It’s the problem

Growing up with nothing, somethin' makes you want 'a rob 'dem

So you watch the orders

And learn the trade

Anyone’ll do anythin' if they’re gettin' paid

You grab the weight

Dish it out

Wash your 'ands

Wait about

Run 'em down

Knock 'em out

Get paid

Get out

Money-hungry monsters walk among and rob the youngsters

They ran your country before your hunger come down to numbers

'Nuff skullduggery, grave digging, they should’ve hung us

How can man be hungry when that’s among us in vast abundance?

Struggling currency’s nothing if you’ve been nothing, you’re rough

Struggling people are equal but they ain’t evil enough

Of course more want more, more force

More law, more war, more mon'

War’s boy

Problem, robbed 'em Run 'em down

Knock 'em out

Get paid

Get out

I don’t wanna vote no party

I don’t wanna play no part in it

All I wanna do is party

And I ain’t got a problem starting it

Seventeen, you’re better dead

Need a thinking cap and a metal head

If you wanna eat, then you better beg

It sounds evil when it’s said

900 million put to bed

40 bill' a year would’ve had em fed

And I ain’t no mathematician

But spending trillions on ammunition

Sort of suggests that you’re in a position

To help with the living conditions

Of those who are in the divisions

They can’t have admission to better positioning, innit?

Run 'em down

Knock 'em out

Get paid

Get out