Standing in the road and it's rush hour   Wishing I was far from this scene   Standing in the road and I'm freezing   It's hard to breathe      This morning I was dreaming of angels   Covered in the warmth of their wings   This morning was a different lifetime   I've come to believe      So, now I'm answering a million questions   Racking up my legal fees   And everyone's assuming I'm guilty      So, now I'm watching as my house is raided   Like I'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 I've been trained to respect them   Bred only to protect and to serve   Now I know they are paid by the wealthy   The meek won't be heard      So, now I'm answering a million questions   Racking up my legal fees   Everyone's assuming I'm guilty      So, now I'm watching as my house is raided   Like I'm some sort of terrorist   I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist   More like an iron fist      If I become what they had taught me that is wrong   I lose allegiance to the country that I'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