Common Ones
I’d like to have a conversation with the people like me
the common ones, the ones that feel that they should still be free
live how they want, vote in the laws they need
and I see their children doin’ life, over a simple bag of weed
since when did prison be come a savings and loan scam
profit sharing stock on the life of a common man
don’t get me wrong, I think the streets should be safe
but I want justice in the courts instead of a legal money race
and I tired of seeing men die for other men’s rights
to have a corporation come in and sweep ‘em all aside
cause there’s money to be made, money to be found
and when the pockets are drilled empty, on to the next town
meanwhile make criminals outta the people left behind
pimpin’ all the women while the men cheat and lie
and all the cameras rush in, yes they wanna find out
why I ain’t got no food for my baby’s mouth
I ain’t got no food for my baby’s mouth
Whoa, chains unbound
we want our country back and I said we want it now
whoa, murder in the street
the flag is still flying but the colors are starting to bleed
well we’re on this earth together and we’re all gonna die
so let’s forgive a little more and let others live their lives
‘cause nobody knows the how, and nobody knows they why
so have your faith, have your belief but don’t take ‘em to the line
and I don’t need no rich man tellin’ me how I’m supposed to think
because he owns some tv stations and some newspaper ink
cause it’s the common ones, like you and me
that keep the country running, keep the flag flying free
I said it’s the common ones when the shit goes down
it’s our babies’ blood that gets spilled on the ground
so I wanna see them dues, yes I wanna see that respect
for that blue collared shirt and that weekly paycheck
that blue collared shirt and that weekly paycheck
Whoa, chains unbound
we want our country back and I said we want it now
whoa, murder in the street
the flag is still flying but the colors are starting to bleed
