I've got a job I can't work it
I' ve been out of the circuit
If I had it all again
I think I'd play it different
On my knees in line for government cheese oh
A dollar for a burger
Drive through Soylent Green
So get on home momma
There's a brand new disease
Besides it never feels worth it
When the taxman leaves, no
I'm losing faith in the dollar bill
The American dream
It costs your own free will
Could not unsee my privilege
When I became the village
That it took to raise the doubt
From a bashful child
We've all been lied to, yea
In public school, yea
Our parents taxes used
To sedate us fools, yep
So get on home students
There's a brand new syndrome
Besides it never feels worth it
With a federal loan, no
I'm losing faith in those IOU's
The American dream
You're born free to lose
There ain't a cross worth dying on
In the left right or center
Is that stake to your heart
A thorn in your side Or a splinter
With your soul as collateral
They're happy to be your lender
No mind to your credit score
Ethnicity or your gender
You can know every belt and gear
On a truck you can't steer
But you're only spinning your wheels
In the quagmire of fear
This is a crisis of hope
It's the illusion of control
You think he's king of the ant hill
He's just annoying the moles
Media might be lord
But that candidate he ain't your savior
Just be mindful of where you keep
Your thoughts and your labor
You can't change the world
Without changing your own behavior
