Artist: BrilMusic
Album: Runaway Slave
Copyright 2010
Song: River of Debt

Chorus:
It's the giver of death
It's the Riba our sweat
It's the River of Debt
Please Deliver all my people out of this

Verse 1
It's time to enter the third phase, this rhyme is designed for the brains,
of the intellectuals who are stuck on the third base, and can't find home because their compass' changed.
They got lost they were crossing the planes, but I'm Harriet Tubman for runaway slaves.
I stick my neck out for the songs that I sing but I got to break it down how it got this way.

They tried to say Sulaiman blasphemed but those are the kind of words that'll make the earth shake.
The Jews knew their lord has forbade dealing with the Riba, within the trade.
They're saying he built a temple but it's simple no he didn't he built a mosque to pray in.
Sacrificial blood was slain but all the arcane rituals were in vain.

Verse 2
You wanna marry me? I wanna marry you.
So we can fly and run wild like caribou.
She tells me slow down, I'm not capable.
The consequences could mean an earlier burial. Financial mistakes, they're getting terrible,
and getting in debt for school is an error too.
Riba is a sickness it's empirical that we eradicate it. Yeah it's terrible.
You wanna rent or you wanna sublet but every single month you don't even make a dent.
She wants a house now so you gotta spend your lifetime savings on a place to invest.
Mort means death. And Gage means death. So why would you wanna enter in a mortgage?
This is the sick dichotomy that we're faced with face it you're a swimmer in the river of debt.

Verse 3 (video) Brilmusic
The media is controlled by the all-seeing eye. Leaning your moral compass to the side. Dealing with the underworld you learn why, these guys worship the serpent just to fry.
Wearing fashion and trends are all you care about, sitting in the seat of a Benz aint really paramount.
Because when this life ends what were you hear about? 5 seconds? Don't sweat the here and now.
Shopping bags with things you can't afford in them, charge it on your card your statement's exorbitant.
I'm describing what the word morbid is and kids cry in the sweatshops they're tortured in.
Temporary high your jeans are fly, your cream it matches to your greenish jacket!
Who cares how you have your seems crafted! See how they got you worshiping this fashion?
Think it's romantic? No, you're in the rabbit hole and there's no foe they haven't captured.
And don't forget to promptly pay taxes. Directly financing all of the bombs blasting.
This is tragic. They're doing magic right in your face. Kabala is pragmatic.
Phase 3, hopefully this catches your attention let's wake up the masses.