For Lack Of A Better Name

They'll lock you in a cold steel cage,
If you try to run against the grain,
They want everyone to be the same,
So look out, LOOK OUT.
I just wanna build community,
And become the person I was meant to be,
To reflect the things I wanna see,
In this world,
And I don't want my friends to starve,
Or anyone in that regard,
You're bluffing out, can't play that card,
So fold,
And I don't wanna end up like Rodney King,
Those billy clubs pack quite sting,
Oh God, oh God, please God help me,
And fast,
The old devils are at it again,
But this time they're disguised as some of your friends,
There's no telling when it will end,
If we don't end It.
There's a thousand different reasons why,
Those racist fucks all need to die,
For breeding hate and drawing lines,
In the sand,
From slavery to Jim Crow, and the PIC,
And corporations filled with greed,
They target the poor and those in need,
Then count their cash,
So lock them in their own fucking cage,
Until they wither and decay,
And then make sure their evil ways,
Are exposed,
And I can't do it by myself,
I'm gonna need a lot of help,
But I don't wanna die alone,
Anyway.
And I don't want your fame or wealth,
Just my family, my friends, and my goddamn health,
And take everything that comes my way,
With help,
And so Ill sip that shine just one more time,
With a couple good ol' friends of mine,
And we'll play some songs to pass the time,
Tonight.