from ryan harvey,
Peace, Justice, and Anarchy
This country ain't nothing but a company's dream
A couple hundred million workers, that's all that they see
Our hands on the tools, money writing the rules
From the sweatshop prisons to the cops in the schools
You got the middle class living like it's gonna last
Working longer harder hours for less and less cash
Got the media spins, Republocrat twins
Got the war profiteer-corporate executive grins
You got the heroin running through the veins of the poor
Got the ghettos locked down, paying blood for the war
You got the cities decay, the dealers to pay
And the death squads working for the CIA
You got a million new jobs inside a thousand new jails
Outsourcing the unions, profits tipping the scales
Got a brainwashed youth, a trumped up truth
Got snipers armed with rifles on the factory roof
You got a 30 minute speech full of oohs and aahs
Got the cops armed tough out there breaking the laws
You got the front row seat, to your own defeat
You got the tear gas cannisters filling the street
You got the laws all written for the rich and the white
Trick the rest of them fools into the army to fight
In a dead end game, each war the same
Got a land and a people and a market to claim
You got a woman being raped everywhere that you look
In the courts, in the jails, in the schools, in the books
Got the TV set, sexisms outlet
Got a culture full of men taught to fall for that shit
Yeah and I did too, I'm not blaming you
But I'm trying to unlearn what they said was true
Yeah and I need help, I'm not afraid to say it
It's a subliminal tool, sometimes it's hard to see it
You got a job in an office, you got your own room
Got a pen and a paper and a drive to consume
Got the suit pressed thin, got the myth that you'll win
And the raise to replace true ambition
You gotta move up the ladder at the company's speed
Gotta learn to dance quick for the company's greed
You gotta justify every step that you can
With your eyes closed tight, with your head in the sand
You gotta fight your desires to fight the police
You gotta fight your heart and your every belief
You gotta trust the leader whatever he says
With the flag held high, yeah you're already dead
You already gave up if you take their advice
If you play their game, you've paid their price
And you're gone, gone, gone, there's no turning back
Unless you realize your potential, raise the fist and react
If we look to teach other, and to ourselves
And ignore the phony remedies they stock on the shelves
We can undermine the greed on which the system depends
In hopes to build a new world based on lovers and friends
We gotta build from the bottom what we want at the top
We gotta work together if we want this to stop
From the thick grassroots to the top of the tree
I want peace, justice, and anarchy!
