In America (WIP)

[Bison]

We practice idolatry
and religion
we call it economy
at least the airline seats
way in the back
where your legs are cramped
and you can just tell that if the plane crashed
you'd be gone in a flash
perched back in economy class

Justice is for sale
if you've got the coin
if you've got the right color
im not talking about dollars
I'm talking about melanin
well, the lack of it
and adjudicators,
judges, lawyers
and the self proclaimed sheep dogs
who protect the monied
and serve em too

The dream is delusion
it takes riches to look good in rags
hung out by the bootstrap
choking for breath
dying of thirst
lead in the water
death in the air
sleep talking, keep walking
we're fooling ourselves
but hey one day,
we'll all be red dead millionaires
without a care