Land of the free

I always wondered when life would lay me flat on my ass A punch for prices, A kick for taxes, and I'm choking off gas K.O'd in the first round Laying comfortably on a mattress laid unwillingly on the ground With no ability to afford bills, so my phone makes no sound And I look down realizing that I can't fall any further The placement, the racism, the projects are like murder and The corporate ladder is like suicide yet everyone wishes to reach the top Simply to drop and fall face first into piles of bullshit Yet I stand in line for the suicide attempt and Commit to stepping on toes and Leaving the weak to die and Even though it's not how I really feel inside I know that I have to claim a position or Rob and steal, cop rocks and kill cops just to cop a feel of insanity For just one moment we can be all we can be But sadly the world is drastically hitting an all time low They're on top, we're beneath the bottom Trying not to drop the beat and lose the flow And contrary to popular belief Hell isn't beneath you feet, It's right outside your window The land of the free? Yeah they unlocked the chains and shackles but see how far you go Even after being released by the demon We still find ourselves chasing freedom and Dreaming that the lights won't shut off before the children finish eating Still hiding, still pleading, and fleeing towards the border Fending for disorder Because that's the only way we can cope in this coup and We put on shows for advances and forbidden fruits Jumping through blazing hoops with fire right beneath your ass and Your a little to dark to be shining? There's obviously not enough cash and The richest country in the world? No comment. Dropping bombs in places raging war and nonsense Keeping the poor, poor is timeless, And unnecessary to preach to congress Unless it's somehow related to their checks and our stress Hiding between crimes, cutting corners and unemployment lines While they wine and dine and somehow forget to have the time for those less fortunate Instead they torture them Steal from the poor and give to the rich, Ain't that a bitch There must be a glitch in the system. I say we shall overcome But it seems the crowd isn't listening Because they're deafened by the sight of shit and blinded by the noise They want to keep our men boys, So they dropped guns in the hood And tell them to sit on their corners and play with their toys To be toe tagged by the coroner and once again pushed aside Letting us know with no discretion that we aren't welcomed to live where they reside. Besides, what do they have to hide. Nothing if you take out the conspiracy the entrapment and the lies. What's a black girl left to be without a pole and some thighs And weed is supposedly illegal so they can keep us from flying high But somehow newports and henessy are allowed to keep us from the skies And as hard as we try we can't seem to figure out why life isn't fair Tired, run down and unfair because, life is despair and has cornered us. And the only reason they went along with "black" instead of "African American" Is because they're scared of us and want our color to has no ties to America With a little bit of equality do you know what we could be? I could be them and they could be me, as long as I controlled this world selflessly.