THE STATEMENT
you expect so much from me
i don't think i could ever see your
hard headed point of view
that looks are the only thing that matters
to you  
be all that you can be
you're not a minority
dish out whats given and give
a little more  
i know i fucked up in the past but
how long will this last
when i aint doin shit to you
you couldn't have taken anything away
you just had to make my day
leave my dreams alone  
be all that you can be
you're not a minority
dish out whats given and give
a little more  
everything I do and like is a statement in your eyes
here's a statement... fuck you  
be all that you can be
you're not a minority
dish out whats given and give
a little more      
LAND OF THE FREE
taking for granted, everything i own
not thinking or living my problems to disown
if i can make a difference in peoples lives
then what the fuck ya doin when the poor you despise  
i haven't been there and i hope i never will
swallowing there problems like a fucking little pill
the poor are so strong and you are so weak
but all they seek is happiness in a country called land  
land of the free i wish it could be
flowing with milk and honey
i wish you could sit here
just you and me
i wish we could be free  
they call this place the land of opportunity
how can that be when all i see is poverty
we neglect the needy by turning away
when his family could be dying that very same day  
can i feel what it's like
just for one day
my life will change for the better
and maybe i could say i've been there  
land of the free i wish it could be
flowing with milk and honey
i wish you could sit here
just you and me
i wish we could be free      
WAR WORLD
welcome to this new society
plagued by rules and simple conformity
broken glass lay along the ground
makes you think about the world around
its edges will cut and make you bleed
this world full of fucking greed  
welcome to this world, a win or win world
a capitalistic war world
broken glass and broken hearts
litter the streets like casualty arts
face falling, he was on the run
guess whos bullet came from that gun  
welcome to this new society
owned by style and trends not simplicity
the poor become poorer
the rich become richer
whos idea of fun is this
when my ass they can kiss  
welcome to this world, a win or win world
a capitalistic war world
broken glass and broken hearts
litter the streets like casualty arts
face falling, he was on the run
guess whos bullet came from that gun      
DODGEBALL
playing dodgeball one day during school
i threw it across the street and said shit i know the rules
i knew the rules and i knew them well
but i didn't give a fuck, told them what the hell
so i crossed the street and got the ball
no more recess, you're on the wall
said the teacher
cause...  
you didn't ask to cross the street
look at all the people you could meet
one wears chains, look at his hair
those are the clothes you shouldn't wear
you didn't ask to cross the street  
i sat on the wall, fire burning in my eyes
i wanted revenge, revenge with no disguise
so i flipped my teacher off and i ran towards the street
hoping to find the punks i could meet
i found them and said they were cool
most of all i wished there were no rules  
10 years later after walking by st. pete's
wearing anarchy from my head to my feet
i saw my old teacher staring right at my shirt
i said lady what's your problem
then she gave me the bird  
you didn't ask to cross the street
look at all the people you could meet
one wears chains, look at his hair
those are the clothes you shouldn't wear
you didn't ask to cross the street