Their palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

The printing press turned on already,

printing like crazy.

It goes braah, debasing our lives and money, and drop bombs!

But we keep believing,

on the road down, having money that's sound!

The elites will wow but their words won't come out.

We aint fuck around, empire coming down!

The clock runs out. Time's up, over, blaow!

#siamstr