Lyrics:

Standing in the road and it’s rush hour

Wishing I was far from this scene

Standing in the road and I’m freezing

It’s hard to breathe



This morning I was dreaming of angels

Covered in the warmth of their wings

This morning was a different lifetime I’ve come to believe



So now I’m answering a million questions

Racking up my legal fees

Everyone’s assuming I’m guilty



So now I’m watching as my house is raided

Like I’m some sort of terrorist

I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist

More like an iron fist



Sitting on my couch like a leper

Interrogated sociopath

One hand is resting on their holster the other their staff

In my life I’ve been trained to respect them

Bred only to protect and serve

Now I know that they are paid by the wealthy

The meek won’t be heard



If I become what they had taught me that is wrong

I lose allegiance to the country that I’m born

The country that I am born



I always knew that they would find nothing

No weapons, just a mind of my own

This country was built only on treason

These homes for the slaves

Homes for the slaves