Suits' Men

Can't you hear those, plaintiff cries? I can't run from My own thoughts, they're chasing me Through corners and out alleyway Can't you hear those? Can't you hear them? Making a racket with all their Racketeering, as errant as it, I can't complain (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) I can't complain, I can't complain, I can't complain, I can't complain (oh, oh, oh, oh) Can't you see them? Those little suits on main street taking briefcase in hand Question all of their plans Can't you feel them, all those hands tryna take you down People dying at the door Crushing youth just like the poor Can't you see? (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Can't you see it? I can't complain, I can't complain, I can't complain, I can't complain (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)