Iron Fist
Standing in the road and itâ"š¬â"ž¢s rush hour
Wishing I was far from this scene
Standing in the road and Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m freezing
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s hard to breathe
This morning I was dreaming of angels
Covered in the warmth of their wings
This morning was a different lifetime Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve come to believe
So now Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m answering a million questions
Racking up my legal fees
Everyoneâ"š¬â"ž¢s assuming Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m guilty
So now Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m watching as my house is raided
Like Iâ"š¬â"ž¢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 Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve been trained to respect them
Bred only to protect and serve
Now I know that they are paid by the wealthy
The meek wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t be heard
If I become what they had taught me that is wrong
I lose allegiance to the country that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢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