Sitting In The Kitchen

Sitting in the kitchen surrounded by knives
Looking for my survival guide
The man on the TV come to tell me who died
He never has the decency to act alive
Sitting on the corner of heart attack and vine
Watching people live their lie
Walking on the street looking up to street signs
None of the arrows point to my mind
And there's a man sitting in a cell
He's about to set sail
He's got a story to tell so he bangs out a beat so he can tell it well
We got two million people in jail
That is disgusting that is a crime upon itself
Every single one of them is a big bag of dollar bills
For some soulless business man up high up on a hill

I'm taking a free ride swallowing my pride becoming the criminal
Who's taking the man down put him in the pound he's killing us subliminal
You know I shit talk and I probably smoke pot and spit in the face of your general
Catch me if you can
As free as I am
You think you're right on my trail
You're just a dog chasing your tail

Life it lives off lives
One must die for the other to survive
The rich man sits on a poor mans chest
If your poor you know the rest
The richest man he's in office
Doesn't know what it is to have less
Says he's got your best interest but running you is a business

There's a method to this madness make a mosaic in your mind
How could you protect your people from the corporate swine?
Me and my friends we go improve your billboard signs
Single drops in the bucket who say fuck it art is a beautiful crime

Catch me if you can
As free as I am
You think you're right on my trail
You're just a dog chasing your tail