Rikers Island Redux (feat. Daniel J. Watts) Song Lyrics

America, America
Purveyor of mass hysteria
Mass production
And mass incarceration
The epitome of huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The masses, masses, the masses, masses
Mass is the property of matter regardless of the state
But it seems we don't matter until
We're properties of the state en masse
And massah's still trying to trick
Himself into believing he picked cotton too

And no matter how much I cow tow tap
Dance and jump through a bunch of hoops
I'll still be the one who winds up in a jumpsuit
I'll still be the one who winds up with the gun wounds
King had one dream that won't seem to come true
X had necessary means and a gun too
Though there's always more than one truth
Even on cloudy days, sun rays still come through
I mask feelings of pain and ask for healing
We got the same glass ceiling