Из альбома: The Good Life, Volume 2
I owe you nothing
I pay tribute to no image or symbol
that stands for what I cannot support
Shunning the needs of common man
And all of those it was meant to help
A dollar to a prison
A dime to a man in need
A priority misunderstood,
As the country goes it's way.
I owe nothing to this which
I never chose to belong
I refuse to claim the name.
Of a label stolen with no regard.
Not by birth
Confusion sets in to those who close off
opportunity. Self proclaimed inheritors,
Deny these rights to others
I have no place with you, so don't extend your hand
You embrace me only to watch me, not to include me