French Bread

Issued a ticket for parking in my own driveway
Why don't the police park the fuck out of my way?
Better yet let me prove that crime pays
by running naked down the sidewalk my car blocked today

I can't park at my house or even in front of it
without government; spying on some of it.
I'm done with it, if they want to take pictures
I'll stand in the front lawn buck naked, dick-itcher

They might get creative, shackle my wrists
Tackle me like a native, attack me with fists
Taser me, laserbeam dot on my head

Go ahead and kill me
I can't afford your french bread

Do you see the same TV picture?
Addicted to worthless and similar fictions
The friction I feel on America's streets
doesn't come from the law, or come from the heat
It comes from the maw of the greed that we reap
Bundled in hay bales and fed to the sheep

the revolution cant and it wont ever happen
with people asleep in their prisons, LA and manhattan