Once, way back in the good old day.
Back when it was all about the gunplay.
Back when you died from a rotten tooth
and the law didn't go looking for proof.
Back when the worst was to steal a horse
and America had already started on its downward course.
A course of violence, a course of greed.
A course on anything which they could feed.
They would lie to the dark skins to rob them blind
and then turn them around and fuck them from behind.
So don't think that just because they claim we're free
Doesn't mean there are things they've hidden for us to see.
For if we're really free, who ever speaks for us
and why don't we all freely get to ride the bus?
Why do we have stress, bills and bullshit
while you just get on your ass and sit?
For it's not the white man who fucked over the Indians,
it was by the same government run by the hooligans.
People who sell us out everyday
just so they can get some extra pay.
So they can bounce another check
and to them they think we're just a speck.
A speck in a bucket of their loot
since most of us don't wear a 3 piece suit.
Go to law school and become in with the A crowd
and follow the road to hell they have so diligently plowed.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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