D.C. (Dirty Capital)

I knew the Cap like the back of my hand
Something here just ain't right
Round-the-clock hustlers
About to give up the fight.

The homeless and the hopeless
And the dirty politicians don't want to admit wrong
Do they really wanna get rid of the dope fest?
In a concrete jungle where misery is the theme song.

When the drug trade is run by the government
How can you tell dealers to make an honest living?
How can I keep from being a walking contradiction?
I might be a hypocrite, but I can see through fiction.