Lyrics

We're raiding drug stores To finally cure the disease Peel back the skin and see the real thing Go follow the money Tell me where it leads you Do you think you're not Part of the same machine We're bugging phone lies And tapping into your dreams Did you think freedom would be free? We can't provide security Cause the price tag would be too steep And who'd finance the enemy? Treat our militia like trigger-happy machines Fewer lives saved than casualties We all poison the water, and drink it up because it's tastes so sweet For some, not all We still believe in angels, and leaving everyone blind Sentencer says "eye for an eye" But he still talks to the money Taking bail and bribe security The price of life itself You love to talk but you're finished making sense Ah ah ah ah Little man with a big mouth Train him, give him a big gun Dosed up to do some power tripping There ain't no justice, white judge addresses all white jury Hear no perspective that don't come from white congregations White legislation proposed by white administrations Enforced by other-fearing victims of white isolation Believe no pictures We live by prophecies (Ignored by white abominations) Affirm convictions while we sleep We walk lambs to the slaughter To give our sons and daughters what they need (To eat) For mine, not yours (And sleep) We still don't hear no answers That challenge what we think (Oh, yeah) Don't need no harsh reality We can stay above the water While still lending a hand to those who sink (No way) The price of life itself (Not me) When I was younger My momma told me In this world there are sheep and there are wolves And you can be whichever one you want to be Because when you look like you there's a choice And I chose But momma didn't raise no wolf And I was never really one to fight You know I never had no friends But that's life I thought it always looked like fun When they gunned em' down on the TV In the cops I saw a hero Cause you know they all looked just like me Just like me How's that? Try white, rich, Christian and unstable And they ain't gotta take no accountability They just say that they were scared and under pressure As if that's not the only special skillset needed to do their job
Writer(s): Harry Springer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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