This is a song about "Rage against the machine"

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Before we learn to fly, somebody else should trycockin' guns, smokin', we can all make a change

I want my 2 grand every 12 hours or youll have to try and stop this machine in a rage

Teach you how to rope a chick

Race against the clocks tick

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Pinned in the face, you could see the rage,

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

The government collecting my taxes, i stand up in rage

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Machine the way i'm skilled

Magic city a lil bit of change

Down on the page, laced with rage,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange