When I snap back to reality, the calamity of life hits me.
Society looks down on me, so I sneer back; that’s strategy.
See, politicians, big wig riches are stealing my wealth from
under me.
And they steal from you, and they always succeed. And it
goes unnoticed, such a tragedy.
And it’s sad to see all the thieves go free. ‘Cause if you
ask me, that’s piracy.
These hopes and dreams that the government feeds only
mislead my family.
My wife and kids can’t afford to eat in this ass-backwards
economy.
So I get proceeds from greens and ink, but Uncle Sam says
that’s a felony.
Just shut your mouth and hope you’ll be free to see the day
you got grand babies.
The weight of the world is all on me, but I’m like fuck it
that’s just gravity.
I still believe we will all be free, but not until we see things
differently.
Democracy itself needs a reprieve because the system is
flawed dramatically.
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