| Standing in the road and it’s rush hour
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| Wishing I was far from this scene
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| Standing in the road and I’m freezing
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| It’s hard to breathe
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| This morning I was dreaming of angels
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| Covered in the warmth of their wings
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| This morning was a different lifetime
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| I’ve come to believe
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| So, now I’m answering a million questions
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| Racking up my legal fees
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| And everyone’s assuming I’m guilty
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| So, now I’m watching as my house is raided
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| Like I’m some sort of terrorist
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| I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist
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| More like an iron fist
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| Sitting on my couch like a leper, interrogated sociopath
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| One hand is resting on their holster the other their staff
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| In my life I’ve been trained to respect them
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| Bred only to protect and to serve
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| Now I know they are paid by the wealthy
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| The meek won’t be heard
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| So, now I’m answering a million questions
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| Racking up my legal fees
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| Everyone’s assuming I’m guilty
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| So, now I’m watching as my house is raided
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| Like I’m some sort of terrorist
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| I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist
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| More like an iron fist
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| If I become what they had taught me that is wrong
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| I lose allegiance to the country that I’m born
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| The country that I am born
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| I always knew that they would find nothing
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| No weapons, just a mind of my own
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| This country was built only on treason
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| These homes for the slaves, homes for the slaves |