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 serve Now I know that 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