Iron Fist — Goldfinger

Standing in the road and it's rush hour Wishing I was far from this scene Standing in the road and I'm freezing It's hard to breathe

This morning I was dreaming of angels Covered in the warmth of their wings This morning was a different lifetime I've come to believe

So now I'm answering a million questions Racking up my legal fees Everyone's assuming I'm guilty

So now I'm watching as my house is raided Like I'm some sort of terrorist I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist More like an iron fist

Sitting on my couch like a leper Interrogated sociopath One hand is resting on their holster the other their staff In my life I've been trained to respect them Bred only to protect and to serve Now I know they are paid by the wealthy The meek won't be heard

If I become what they had taught me that is wrong I lose allegiance to the country that I'm born The country that I am born

I always knew that they would find nothing No weapons, just a mind of my own This country was built only on treason These homes for the slaves Homes for the slaves