Wiretaps hum, hear the static in the ether

Land of the free, but the freedom’s just a feature

Money speaks louder than preachers in the bleachers

Burnt-out dreams sold cheap to the seekers

Grease palms, backdoor deals in the dark

They drew the line in sand, now I’m tearing it apart

Chalk outlines trace the streets like art

System rigged, and we’re the missing part

System shutdown, power to the people

Voices rise higher, hands to the steeple

Gospel in the air, thunder in the sound

System shutdown, burn it to the ground

Puppets on the string, suits play the marionette

Promises are IOUs, a nation's in debt

Cameras on every block, no secrets to keep

But the wolves still prowl while the shepherds asleep

Marching with a megaphone, fists in the sky

Echoes of the past won't let the truth die

Chains on the mind, but the soul still flies

Justice blindfolded, but I see through the lies

They want us quiet, docile, controlled

But the fire’s in the youth, and the story’s untold

Gospel choir wails, shaking heaven’s gates

Revolution’s here, no time to wait