If I think I'm free
They won't be coming for me
Sing out of tune
And they'll be coming for you
The men in black have come to take me away
I spoke too much about a social change
It's dystopic and it's right outside your door
It's poverty, it's police
It's money, it's war
Its so damn hard to break your shackles and your chains
It's made more difficult by the pains of yesterdays
Left to conjure revolutionary schemes
A mean to attain all these utopian dreams
Left to think about how easy it would be
If i fed you and you fed me
It's dystopic and it's right outside your door
It's poverty, it's police
It's money, it's war
Skank it up now
This lack of action's not okay
You're on our side or in our way
Now I see what it takes to be free
No more money and no more greed
We are the youth
We'll bring the change for better days
It's dystopic and it's right outside your door
It's poverty, it's police
It's money, it's war