Dust in a Pan

We are people controlled by a higher sense

Other people who control our money by the nearest cent

Careers and jobs to provide labor for the wealthy

They hold us back from our potential, feed us food that isnt healthy

They are the Broom, sweeping us into the pan that we reside

Us simple Dust folks divided by a side

Its either east, north, south or even west

A different ghetto where they all think they are the best

But the police dont care what home you live in

If you break the Broom's rules itll be a cell you're living in

Something as stupid as going 5 miles over a speed limit can cost riches

Then the Broom laughs because our bank accounts gain stitches

The most successful of the Brooms never graduated high school

If you look back most of them didnt graduate Junior high school

Yet here we are, learning something that isnt even valuable

Taught to sit down, shut up, and raise our hands like we're malluable

Just to go to college, a program to which they own

Move you into a different place, far far away from home

To study careers paths they create so you can work

But you'll work for them, over your shoulder they will lurk

This countrys in a cycle, thats why we're at war

I bet you didnt notice because of drama that you endure

Our lives are being played with, success is a cant

Welcome to America, where we're just Dust in a Pan