(Hook)
Ayy, nothin’ changed, it’s the wheel of Rome,
Feed the army, stack the cash, screw your home.
Heads gon’ roll when the gold is gone,
West Coast sun, but the pain live on.
(Verse 1)
From the Senate to the streets, it’s the same scheme,
Money talk, power walk, livin’ that dream.
Boardroom kings, swordplay with a pen,
Legions in the hood, servin’ death again.
Bread and circuses, got the mob clap slow,
Rollin’ past the haters in a chrome-decked low.
They built roads for the legions, networks for the green,
Same script, new flick, playin’ kings and queens.
(Hook)
Nothin’ changed, it’s the wheel of Rome,
Feed the army, stack the cash, screw your home.
Heads gon’ roll when the gold is gone,
West Coast sun, but the pain live on.
(Verse 2)
Security first, but it’s from who?
The poor pay the price while the rich break through.
Empires fall slow, but they swear they strong,
Facade on fleek, while the weak get wronged.
Cash in the troops, contracts big and fat,
Flags wave high while the hood stays flat.
Treasury thin, smellin’ like rot,
Time to spin the knife, see who get caught.
(Bridge)
Round and round, just a drunk on a barstool,
Money heavy, laws bendin’ like a fool.
Different century, same wheel, the grind don’t quit,
Countin’ stacks in the smoke, never miss a hit.
(Hook)
Nothin’ changed, it’s the wheel of Rome,
Feed the army, stack the cash, screw your home.
Heads gon’ roll when the gold is gone,
West Coast sun, but the pain live on.
(Outro)
Keep the parade, keep the iron fist tight,
Different day, same play, livin’ the fight.
Rome fell slow, but the lessons gone,
West Coast grind, it’s the wheel of Rome.
DonaldFritsche
