Us and Them

We're born,
we live, we  
die.  
  
Upon arrival,  
they give us  
numbers, and  
inject the  
system into  
our veins.  
   
We're given    
a name and told  
what is wrong  
and what is right,  
how to act, and how  
to live
   
We remain in their  
ideological  
prison, without  
asking ourselves..  
   
Why?  
 
We're not safe. They will always turn a blind eye to our loud cry.    
   
Conditioned  to produce in  
a capitalistic world. It's about time we rise up and revolt or fema camps will be our end result.  
   
programmed to follow  
the rules and smile  
when our eyes look  
sad, let's  mount up and  
rock big brothers  
Iron clad.  
   
We built this country  
with our bare hands, but they  
took what was ours and    
made it theirs. Now we're    
under their demands.    
   
Don't be  
another sheep  
in the herd,  
let your mind  
be heard.  
   
We don't  
have two eyes.  
There's  
such thing  
as a third.  
   
We're not just  
some number.  
One day we'll
rise up and you'll  
feel the wrath of  
our thunder.