everybody needs room to breathe but the pressure they put on us we can't get enough air
when we call our resources for help they turn against us for stripes under their belt
they don't listen to any of our problems trying to bring a solutions
as they're trying to figure out who did what the most in the worst way to try to catch a slipping from Thursday to Thursday or kick the crutch we got out from under us as we were still trying to heal from the last time they did what they do to us
they remember my face as just another one they talk about on coffee breaks together at the median speed Dialing ticking speeders in middle of the streets and in the back of reverse mirrors either way it's all of em I'm trying to conjure stories and listening in on tap phones thinking that you did some dirt that they can pin you with well listen closely I ain't the one except for this middle finger I have waving as I introduce myself and give you my feelings about how the system is that...