Box of comformity, slams down
My will to survive, breaks ground
Your elitist lies, too proud
Inside I die out, loud
I question your authority
I question
Freedom is not for the poor
Its just a dish served to you cold
Believe in what you know
Hold it tight, don't let it go
Freedom is not for the weak
Colonized, ashamed and beat
Breaking through the lies
Living through my demise
I protest your police state
I protest
Freedom is on your feet
Fight the structure, the elite
Open up your eyes
See through the lies
Freedom is in a cell
A cage, a prison, a concrete hell
Let them fucking know
Your life is your own
Box of comformity, slams down
My will to survive, breaks ground
Your elitist lies, too proud
Inside I die, out loud
Inc.
One by one
ten by ten
tear it down
build again
line em up
in the street
every building
every week
burn the logo in your head
one by one
ten by ten
grow them all big or small
every country, every mall
taking over in a week
third world nations have a need
I am America
Every system of nature has a brand strategy
aimed to crush its coexisting competition.
So some accept a fate and lie down
while struggle spreads in the wagons of corporation.
As oppressors buy power to feed themselves
we have the grounds to keep them in check
we are not a culture incorporated.
dying America
burn the logo in your head
one by one
ten by ten
the stench of America, Capitalism
burns through your veins
and into your system
feed your children
some of their future
feed your children their dying culture
I am capitalism
I am capitalism
dying capitalism
Jasper
On the road, pick me up,
Take me with you in your truck,
Beat me up, in your truck,
On the way to Tex...
Modern times, different times,
Civil rights in my mind,
Yes I'm different, we're the same,
On the road to Tex...
All my family, all my kids,
Dig the earth, were I live,
Flower pedels, little pieces,
On the way to Tex...
Fuck the laws, fuck this land,
Make a living bloody hands,
There's no justice, there's no peace,
On the road to Texas.
Watch the people, pick me up,
Take me home, in your truck,
I have no face, what was my name,
Watch me, on the news,
Could this, be you,
Watch the people, pick me up,
James Byrd, Jr., in your truck.
In my head, in my feet,
Drive the Ford, through the street,
Put me down, pick me up,
On the way to Tex...
Little sheep, little lamb,
Watch the tube, TV land,
Follow him, follow me,
On the road to Tex...
Have no god, have no taste,
Have no mercy, have no fate,
Tell your mother, tell your friends,
On the way to Tex...
Changes coming, still the same,
Different country, different name,
There's no justice, there's no peace,
On the road to Texas.
Three mile to Jasper Texas.
The First Black President
green on the floor
green in my veins, yeah
holding hands jungle love is here to stay
don't you know I'm a minority
you can't believe they see right through me
holes in my hand
holes in my feet, yeah
break the glass
put it all over me
red on the wall
red on my hands
make it clear
you put the bullet in me
oh christ, why have you forsaken me
lead the people, lead the majority
free thinking isn't the way to go
they're not ready
they're not ready for the show
the president walked out
it was the inaguration
and the crowd, they cheered
it was a new day
a changing of the guard
from old...to new
and the crowd, they cheered
it was an end of an era
no more racism
no more white opression
equality
no more class
no more race
and the crowd, cheered
and then came a shot
rang through the morning air
he was shot
the first black president was shot
put on my costume
put on my shoes, yeah
put on my smile
put on my boots, yeah
go on the stage
make the people laugh and shout
put it in my neck
put it in my mouth
Reservations
corn in my belly
hunger pains are gone
I'm waiting at the crosswalk
I'm waiting for you to walk
I land on my feet as I cross the street
I'm only half a life sometimes and sometimes I'm not
could it be the color of my skin?
could it be in my head
as I drive the highway to the res
government take my land away
self hate, piss rape
strength comes from inside of me
topples my insecurity
revolution in my hands
thunder in my feet
dig up the ground
dust in the heat
sweat on my brow
water in the shed
brace self, grab wrist
self hate, piss rape
strength comes from inside of me
topples my insecurity
I'll die, I'll go away
we'll die, we'll go away
piss rape