As I watch these spans of time pass before my eye.
As the clouds form and fall in this blue sky.
As we all live the best we can.
We all live in fear of the man.
A person who can bring hell into our humble lives.
Making us have to leave our homes and wives.
Just because we want to smoke something that you call wrong
and if you'd take care of your own, I wouldn't be singing this song.
For you and I live and love in this so called free land
where we watch the time slip by like rain on the sand.
For how can we be ones who are truly free
when all you want to do is persecute me
for what have I don't do truly wrong
just because I want to sit around and hit the bong?
Who's choice is it, that I want to smoke my grass
at least I'm not sitting around on my fat ass
like I see so many living of the torment they produce
and like to tighten and control the power of the noose.
The noose of greed the noose of money.
The noose of revenge, which they think is funny.
They make jokes about the lives they destroy
and chuckle over having to stomp down a little boy.
They run stop light and destroy the peace
and they do it all in the name of the police.
They are there to protect and serve
not to collect pain for the upper curve.
They rob us blind for their petty laws
so the system can dig in it's grubby claws.
into our lives, into our cash
into our family's, into our hidden stash..
they raid our homes and rape our dreams...
and they make more laws to help with their scheme's
What happened to the people ruling the mass?
Have we been the one's kicked out of class?
Yeah, I vote, but it don't mean shit...
since on all the laws the schiesters sit
and hide all the small writing from view
but then again, it's a notion new...
So what do we do when we can't make a change?
I think it's time to fuck them up and rearrange..
our government till it's something we want to pay for
not a bunch of old bastards always asking for more
more of our money, more of our cash
more time of our lives, more time of our secret stash
They don't care, they will promise you a pension
and then when the time comes look with apprehension.
They will lie to you, but we can't lie to them?
I had a friend and they killed him..
His name was freedom, we all knew him well
back before they started this social hell..

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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