when do I get paid for all the money you made
sellin’ souls on Capitol Hill
another law’s been passed designed
to break your ass
and keep the middle class quiet and still
you talk a lot about justice and then
go and bust us
except for the chosen few
I got a god given right to smoke whatever I like
so tell me how it got given to you
motherfuckers
the monkey looks back at his foot in the trap
and it’s the boogie man comin’ for you
sells you the spade to dig out your own grave
and you can cover yourself when you’re through
I never just «say no» so take your slogans and go
I’m gonna spell it so there ain’t no doubt
’cause I’m one with the other
I’m a bad motherfucker
and my bullet’s gonna find you out
four billion people all strung out of their minds
on power trips and slaving ships not seeing
that they’re blind
one day I’ll be in front of you
«put up your hands, give me all your money
don’t think don’t blink, ’cause I can’t rely on you
I sold myself, and I’ll sell you with me
don’t blink don’t think that I can rely on you»
mothers and fathers it’s your sons and daughters
that you’re selling to the prison cells
why so afraid of the flesh you’ve made
and the lies that the preachers tell
I was born to run on the light of the sun
and the smell of a woman’s wrist
I’m out of things to say, so here’s a raw display
of the power of the silent truth