Flint Hostage Crisis

Drinking water that makes you fucking sick
Left with no choice but to live like hostages
Rich politicians getting over on the poor
Rich corporations are waging class war
The land banks, they burn down all the houses
It’s big money in a state-created crisis
These are the shadows of the working middle class
It’s all about the green, they don’t care about white or black
Third world city
Here in America
Vehicle city
Third world America
And it’s midnight
Shots ring out of sight
She spent 40 years in that factory
The one that kept quiet and looked the other way
They put profit before people instead for rusted out parts
Children don’t smile here and it’s breaking my heart
A new horizon to poverty y’all
You’re backed against a fucking wall
Crime, drugs, gun in hand
But I don’t believe in their fucking war
Neighborhoods boarded up
Boarded schools, bored as fuck
There’s no political power when you are born into the boarded up
Third world city
Here in America
Vehicle city
Third world America
And it’s midnight
Shots ring out of sight
This is what
Class war
Really
Looks like