Lyrics: J. Keys - "Occupy Music"

Verse

I need a dollar it makes me wanna holler
Can't get in the club cause they say I need a collar
Can't get in the country club, because I rock a blue one
They say I need a white collar, but my pops was in the union
Son of a workin' man, I don't have no benefits
Screamin' f**k the system and everything it represents
I punch the clock so much I wanna punch the clock
Like literally beat the screen and make the hands of time stop
The field is made of concrete we still share croppin
The spirituals I sing are over top of beat boxin
I was beat and boxed, in a cell left to rot
They say we free, but I'm nervous on my block
I don't have a weapon and I havent done a crime
But I still got this fear, I'm at risk of doin time
Still get uptight when the cops cirlce around
Protect and serve still got a funny sound
Troy Davis' Blood still stains the ground
I see a brothas should I greet him with frown or a pound
This is the climate, of the urban environment
Tryin to make it through today, haven't thought about retirement
A lot good people worked they self into the grave,
In my American Dreams, I'm an American slave
This nation was built so that we never have power
They got bullets for anyone that don't respect they dollar
Bullets for anyone that don't respect the dollar
Bullets for anyone that don't respect the dollar