Land of the free? Home of the brave?
Man this like an autobiography of a runaway slave
Lived with one foot out on the bricks, and one in a cage
Man when you stop to think about it, yea they one in the same

With or without the chains, this life drives you insane
Seeing your own brother would sell you out, for a pocket of change
For a medallion and chain, he’ll pop a hole in your brain
All while he saying don’t hate the player, hate on the game

But we’re all being played, just like the lottery
Yea the game of life’s rigged, just like a slot machine
Got everyone chasing the bag, so they can cop a dream
Everybody hooked on GWAP, I just sit and watch them fiend

It don’t matter if you’re a drop out, or you’re ivy league
Everybody pays, cause nothing in this life is free
Living in misery or in the lap of luxury
There’s only one guarantee, you getting charged astronomical fees

(Chorus)
In the land of the greedy, the home of the slave
Where they will work you to death, for a minimum wage
Where they take from the needy, lock the poor in a cage
Send you to fight for freedom, but nobody gets away

In the land of the greedy, the home of the slave
Where they’ve broken every peace treaty, that they’ve ever made
The land of the greedy, the home of the slave
Where they send you to die for freedom, yet there ain’t no escape


Corporate America is nothing but a modern day slave plantation
Instead of picking cotton, they got us picking occupations
You can work in the fields, of law and education
Architecture, finance, business or entertainment

Instead of pork and grits, now they feed you little pay checks
instead of slave quarters now they got us up in housing tenements
Where we’re only objects, a means to produce profits
Hell even higher crime rates, mean a rise in the stock market

Instead of masters, now we have bosses
Instead of the big house, we have corporate offices
Instead of slave hunters, now we have police officers
Dead or alive it don’t matter, they even profit off our corpses

Now you can pay a small fortune for some college courses
To get auctioned off to the highest paying owner
Get a signing bonus, maybe some life insurance
And a paid vacation with some flights to Europe

But your life isn’t yours though, you are bought and paid for
Nah this isn’t what we was created for
We are so much more, made in the likeness of God
You be saying that you’re woke, but I can hear you snore

Won’t wake up, till FEDS kick in your doors
Like the notorious B.I.G. waving the four four
Man I have freed a thousand slaves, could have freed a thousand more
If only they knew that they were slaves, from the day they was born

(Chorus 2x’s)
In the land of greedy, the home of the slave
Where they will work you to death, for a minimum wage
Where they take from the needy, lock the poor in a cage
Send you to fight for freedom, but nobody gets away

In the land of the greedy, the home of the slave
Where they’ve broken every peace treaty, that they’ve ever made
The land of the greedy, the home of the slave
Where they send you to die for freedom, and there ain’t no escape