Police State

 A                     G
Shut down in Austin, raided back in Cleveland
 D
A gun up in our faces and they never gave a reason
       A                         G
The writings on the wall, the politics are fake
       D
It's clear to me we're livin in a POLICE STATE

[Verse]
  A                  G
Seven beers deep and we haven't left the Heights
 D
The whole citys gone corrupt, there ain't enough to make it right
 A                                      G
Wish the music would be more like the boats on the shore
      D
More rust, less metal, put the pedal to the floor
 F#m                               E
Let them crops grow deep in the pothole streets
         F#m
In the Rock N' Roll city only stops on the beat
         F#m                              E                                F#m
Got me paranoid, stressed, why don't you put me to the test under a streetlight

[Chorus]
  A                    G
Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in Compton
 D
God Bless America and FUCK DENNIS RODMAN
       A                               G
The working mans imprisoned while celebrities escape
       D
Oh my God its so much bigger than a POLICE STATE!

[Verse]
  A                    G
Debbie had a job, now all she does is crack
       D
She collect a welfare check and yet she drives a CADILAC
        A                          G
Just perpetuating more of that “choosing to afford”
         D
Whether rich or whether poor, sometimes its what you settle for
         F#m                           E
But its gotta come cheap when theres just enough to eat
         F#m
And the wheels of the Caddy knock holes in the street
           F#m                     E                       F#m
When your making ends meet by the skin of your teeth its a hard life...
(Young James)
  F#m
So where'd the cash go? I think we all know
  F#m
Straight into technology tracking you on your cell phone
  F#m
They'll break you down but you'll give them the tools
  F#m
Now they're taxing your pay checks and taking music out of public schools!
  F#m
You better keep your shoes tied tight on the east side
  F#m
Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up on a police ride
  F#m
Now it might just seem like a regular day
  F#m
You got your hustle on but you don't get paid
  F#m
At least not enough so you better make a change
  F#m
End up getting busted with your face on the front page
  F#m
Now the money in your bed or in your safe
  F#m
Might as well not even been there in the first place

[Chorus]
  A                     G
Bombed out in B-More, broke down in Youngstown
D
If you ain't been listenin', let me give you the run down
      A                           G
The prisons are for profit, its society's mistake
      D
How macab, we been living in a POLICE STATE!

[Verse]
  A                                 G
Another privileged youth who somehow thought he could hang
          D
He got covered in tattoos and goes and joins a biker gang
 A                             G
When refusing to conform has become part of the norm
  D
Better come original and then you might weather the storm
        F#m                        E
But the talk comes cheap when he caught some beef
     F#m
And I bet that silver spoon ain't teach the rules of the street
    F#m                          E                         F#m
Hope ya got your piece when the shit gets deep think your smart right?