keys - Occupy Music lyrics

rate me

I need a dollar, it makes me wanna holler

Can’t get in the club cause they say I need a collar

Can’t get in the country club, they say I rock a blue one

Say I need a white collar, my paps was in the union

Son of a working man, I don’t have no benefits

Screaming fuck the system and everything it represents

I punch the clock so much I wanna punch the clock

Like lyrically beat the screen make the hands of time stop

The field is made of concrete, we still share cropping

The spirituals I sing are over top of beat boxing

I was beat and boxed, in a cell left to rot

They say we’re free, but I’m nervous on my block

I don’t have a weapon and I haven’t done a crime

But I still got this fear I’m at risk at doing time

Still get up tight when the cops circle around

Protect and serve still got a funny sound

Troy Davis’ blood still stains the ground

This is the criming of the urban environment

Trying to make it through the day, haven’t thought about retirement

A lot of good people worked themselves into they grave

In my American dream, I’m an American slave

This nation was built so that we never have power

They got bullets for anyone that don’t respect the dollar

This nation was built so that we never have power

Power, power, power, power.