Walk on glass, bang on doors
Talk all trash, hang on whores
Walk on cash, bank on wars
Like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours

from Aesop Rock – Food, Clothes, Medicine Lyrics on Rap Genius


This is a sick hook! Hes sayin the people that own our civilization are walking on thin ice (or glass), they are sleezy and talk shit, they profit of violence that relies on controlling food, clothes and medicine (arguably the most crucial necessities in life)

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