| I remember getting intimidated and busted at age 13 by the police
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| I remember my friend Tate Bryant getting shot in the back in Tampa,
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| Florida for his first-offense burglary
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| I remember the police firing into crowds and killing children 'cause they were
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| the wrong color
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| I remember the narcs in my high school trying to set me up for a big fall
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| I remember the police bringing dogs into our school and sniffing away my rights
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| The police is the klan is the mafia and they all own the police state and
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| they’re out for me, and soon they’re going to be out to get you,
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| so you better get going if you know what’s good for ya and take your stand
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| I remember when I first went to school
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| They said
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| Don’t be a joker, don’t be a fool
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| Pledge your allegiance to the red, white, and blue
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| Don’t expect your country to do nothin' for you
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| They said your forefathers loved you
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| But I only had one
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| And I watched him die in the heat of the sun
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| Suckin' on the barrel of a policeman’s gun
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| There was nothin' I could do but stay away
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| In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
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| If you plan on stayin' free
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| They say this is the land of the living
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| But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me
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| I remember when I first hit the road
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| I was runnin' from the lenders of the money I owed
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| Came to Austin, heard a knock at my door
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| Crossed another border and I’m runnin' some more
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| They say they’re gonna get me but it ain’t happened yet
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| Burnin' my fingers on my last cigarette
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| It’s time to remember, it’s time to forget
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| Nothin' I could do but get away
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| In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
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| If you plan on stayin' free
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| They call this the land of the living
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| But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me
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| I remember all the stories I heard
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| How a man’s supposed to be about as free as a bird
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| My brother’s in prison, my father’s dead
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| Me, I’m tired of living with a price on my head
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| I wonder if there’s a place to be
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| In the whole wide country for a fella like me
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| Name’s in the paper, face on T. V
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| Nothin' I can do but get away
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| In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
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| If you plan on stayin' free
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| They call this the land of the living
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| But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me
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| In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
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| If you plan on stayin' free
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| They call this the land of the living
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| But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me |