I'm a singer (haters)

So you wanna hear about my politics
Yeah, I can show you things that can make you sick
There's a satellite above me that's taking pics
And the army from the west have started sending mix

And I'm sat in America doing tricks
So the army's looking at me like I'm a bitch
And I'm thinking about the babies lying in the ditch
Thinkin' if they had a kite phone you would see this shit

And what you see on myspace is just a little bit
And the story is always fucked by the time it hits
Why the hell would journalist be thick as shit?
Cause lies=power=politics

I'm a singer
Never said anything else
I didn't lie to you
Thinkin' of somebody else

Yeah, ego and hate is your burning brick
You live in the mansions
Stealing from the sick
Did my tsunami money go to your chicks?
For her Bentley is she riding your dirty dick

Your son can go to Harvard to learn the tricks
Like economy eats the poor like a twix
In the 3rd world stick would sniff you out like dicks
You write your own reviews to get away with it

You can talk shit to me, I'm used to it
You make me hard with the wounds that I had to lick
You can pick on me and I can see it out a click
You're a racist, I wouldn't trust you one bit

I'm a singer
Never said anything else
I didn't lie to you
Thinkin' of somebody else