Hard Times

It's been hard, out in the fields

And oh, how I wish it could stop, the way they steal

What do you think this is for? You've never been real

When's it ever come too far, come to me, yes

That's where I'm from

In there, I'm wrong

That's where I'm from

Does that make me wrong?

It still amazes me

Stop shaking

(From the) top down you get mislocated

Strapped down, so degrading

Pat down, what do you want me to say, yes?

I'm done relating

Want out of this miserable place

Always the same, bunch of racists

Hostile if you want to change this

Come back, it's just a shame thing