Today we're still segregated
like a fool you vote your rights away
then you try to communicate
then you hesitate to understand what Psycho say
listen to the rhetoric read the lips
a funny funny story with a powerful grip
police louder than the stereo
and when they come in they kickin down your front door
and when you livin' on d**h row you say
where the hell did my freedom go?
I never ever broke the slaver's chains
down come your house, time to face
the daze of rage
these are the days of rage
look at my face see the eye of the animal caged
daze of rage
you got me trapped in a political cage
because it's war on the poor man
under that thumb in a no man's land
poor man ain't no man
you got a slap in the face
a stone cold backhand fightin to survive
to keep hope alive
under that gun of a faceless g-man
if the nation was a house, the family inside unified
father always could provide
but this house come a crashin down
like a tumbleweek in a broke down ghosttown
motherf**er built this house with straw instead of brick
made two hundred million people live in it
you got a house full of hyped up bug-eyed dope fiends
buzzed on crack
sh** harder than morphine
these are the daze of rage
now your number's up you've got hell to pay
check my attitude I won't be no slave
down come this house in a furious blaze
green green money is the root of addiction
like a fix it keeps you wishin
you got more political bullsh** everyday
revolution not too far away
conquer divide
true geneocide
don't you forget this land is still occupied
if you believe in history's lies
you let the Devil occupy your mind