iron fist

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 to serve

now i know 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