I'm sitting in my room in your prison doing time

Bars on my windows because your not so good at crime

Standing on the corner with nothing in your head

Shirt on your back and a gun in your pants

Thinking you're the man but you're only a stand in

Standing in line to be the next bad guy

I see what you do when you use what you got

But what do you do when you do what you want



You're so civilized

You get brutalized

I see you get yourself cut down



Getting your mind off some guy's record

Making his money off fools like you

Singin' about killing like it ain't no thing

But you'll do the time when you live it for real

Paying his way from your Death Row cell

You're the last one to see that you got sold out

I hear you say you hate pigs so much

Then why the hell do you act like one



A gun in your hand makes a fool out of you

A gun in your hand makes a target out of me

Freedom?

You want your freedom

You can't handle freedom

You're dying for it