Police State

Shut down in Austin, raided back in Cleveland
 A gun up in our faces and they never gave a reason
 The writings on the wall, the politics are fake
 Its clear to me we're livin in a police state
 Seven beers deep and we haven't left the Heights
 The whole citys gone corrupt, there ain't enough to make it right
 Wish the music would be more like the boats on the shore
 More rust, less metal, put the pedal to the floor
 Let them crops grow deep in the pothole streets
 In the Rock N Roll city only stops on the beat
 Got me paranoid, stressed, why don't you put me to the test under a streetlight
 Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in Compton
 God Bless America and Fuck Dennis Rodman
 The working mans imprisoned while celebrities escape
 Oh my God its so much bigger than a police state
 Debbie had a job now all she does is crack
 She collect a welfare check and yet she drives a Cadillac
 Just perpetuating more of that "choosing to afford"
 Whether rich or whether poor, sometimes its what you settle for
 But its gotta come cheap when theres just enough to eat
 And the wheels of the Caddy knock holes in the street
 When your making ends meet by the skin of your teeth its a hard life
 So where'd the cash go? I think we all know
 Straight into technology tracking you on your cell phone
 They'll break you down but you'll give them the tools
 Now theyre taxing your pay checks and taking music out of public schools
 You better keep your shoes tied tight on the east side
 Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up on a police ride
 Now it might just seem like a regular day
 You got your hustle on but you don't get paid
 At least not enough so you better make a change
 End up getting busted with your face on the front page
 Now the money in your bed or in your safe
 Might as well not even been there in the first place
 Bombed out in B-More, broke down in Youngstown
 If you ain't been listenin', let me give you the run down
 The prisons are for profit, its society's mistake
 How macabre, we been living in a police state
 Another privileged youth who somehow thought he could hang
 He got covered in tattoos and goes and joins a biker gang
 When refusing to conform has become part of the norm
 Better come original and then you might weather the storm
 But the talk comes cheap when he caught some beef
 And I bet that silver spoon ain't teach the rules of the street
 Hope ya got your piece when the shit gets deep think your smart right?