(The one with the most gold is the one that makes the rules)I wasn’t born so you could use me to get ahead in lifeand if I was is this cause really worth the fight?There’s no amount of cash, that could make want to killor any plot of soil or any stack of bills.There is no book of ethics/morals that would say that itâs alrightto put me in a situation where I donât want to fight.Our country is being ruled by fist and the golden rule;not the rule your thinking of….the one where we’re your tools.The one that has the most gold is the one that makes the rulesand we don’t have a say âcause of this auctions high reserve.The Draft is getting ready behind your curtain of lies.He’s out of retirement and he’s working on his eyes.When make-ups done and ready, he’ll be in the spot-light:The greatest show you’ll ever see, and it’ll seem sincere, and right.The one that has the most gold is the one that makes the rulesand were the ones to die if we keep playing the fool.Most of the country will be dancing with the so-called patriotsbut some of us will be on the streets trying to change their thoughts.We wonât be like you, we wont be pouring lies down all their throats.And hopefully we’ll keep a few soldiers off your boats.DRAFT ME??? No, Iâm not following you.FUCK YOU!! I’ll never die for you.I RULE!! Youâre not the boss of me.You’ll have to put me in jail âcause I won’t fight!