They force their power and talk about freedom
They lie about liberty and use force as religion
It's us against them and we're fighting
I've got a picket and a dream and I won't hide it

I can't stand to live this way
Fighting on the outside, hurting on the inside
No more rules, I wanna get paid
Give me my rights now, no more bills now
I can't stand to live this way
Fighting on the outside, hurting on the inside
No more rules, I wanna get paid
Give me my rights now, no more bills now

Yeah, yeah yeah

Six freed boys, they love my looks
Ain't seen their face since the bush got shook
This train don't feel safe no more
No huggin', no loving, no Tubman, No Thuggin'

Yeah, I've heard the things they say
Fighting on the outside, dying on the inside
I drink from the pour they made
Crying on the outside, dying on the inside
They say how could it change
Addicted on the outside, dying on the inside
The sound, it always been the same
Fighting on the outside, dying on the inside
You never gave me power
You never gave me