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
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
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
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comI 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