Illusion of Freedom

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.

The Thin Green Line

I don't think they understand how hard it is.

Working 5 hours a week, and feeding two kids.

Wife pays the bills, but she ain't getting rich.

This shit is aggravating. I gotta flip the switch.

Let me get another brick, and then turn it into nicks.

Went to see the Doc, and had him sign my slip.

Now I'm picking out my bag like I'm gonna flip the script.

It's hitting a loophole when I don't wanna hit a lick.

I've hit a few before, and I'm tired of the shit.

Man, this gap is getting thick between the poor and the rich.

There's money to be found, but they aren't sharing it.

So I get on a hustle 'til I feed the wife and kids.

I'm not a gangster. Don't even know what that is.

I'm just a fed up man who ain't got no quit.

The world is a thin green line, and I'm tired of walking it.