Conformity

Every time they come at us
we keep falling harder, harder
in that little black box
of conformity
we try to say we are
ourselves we have our
own minds but everyday
our fingers lay
on the remote, like a
lifeline that might be cut
off any minute cause it's
illegal anyway and you
smirk because you think
you've beat the system
but as long as you
wear the $100 jeans
and the $90 Tims
the system is whipping you
worse than they did on the
old plantation but now
we're trapped in a new
kind of slavery and we'll
never be free
because we don't even
know we're there
You're working the field
on the corner and doing
their job for them killing
your own.
Don't you know they
couldn't be happier
to draw the chalkline
around that guy who
used to be your boy?
I don't think ya'll
quite understand how
they're playing you , and
the cards they dealt you
you can't win with cause
all I see is jokers
smiling, laughing, because
they got you believing you're
free ever since that
"Emancipation Proclamation"
walking around with those
invisible chains about our
minds we
and until we see them
we'll never be free
we won't be able to
find the key to unlock
our soul.