Blood on Your Bootheels

We jump 'round the ring, and we loosen your reigns
 I heard the man was roamin' free, now he's livin' in chains
 Woah, woah, everywhere I got the world in tow
 Huh, no matter where I turn I got to carry its load
 Well Shoeshine Brother thinks I'm so naive
 Lookin' at me thinkin' I got something hidden up my sleeve
 No cheri, I'm cool as can be
 I got no money, but I'm always feelin' free, free, free
 So what you think you're doin', who do you think you are?
 Drinkin' bottles of whiskey, smokin' Cuban cigars
 Think if you act like a man, you can alter this wheel
 You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels
 (...)
 Well get your head right, a-put your keys up on the table
 While they polishin' their pistols and they're staring out the windows
 Wonderin' who's a comin' down my gate
 Hey, pick a side, love
 Tie your boots up and then get your ass in line
 Well see them swindlers got to
 But it's a wonder that they'll ever see the light of day
 With people like you walkin' on the street
 If police were policin' then I probably wouldn't have to follow him
 Every step of his feet
 They look me in the eye, and they look me in the face
 And they review my fate, say my name raisin' H
 Son grab your gun and run, ah, you got no appeal?
 You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels
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 I have a dream too; you think I ain't got dreams?
 When I close my eyes and sleep, only thing I can believe in
 My religion I envision murderin' everything livin'
 When I'm cookin' up my goddamn future in the kitchen
 What makes you all my favorite mess?
 A vision of a blackened head bent over a fence
 Took a beatin' to his head, 40 bullets to his chest
 Now with one hand on the bible, claimed it was in self-defense
 I read all those books, yeah I seen all those films
 But I bet you got a pretty degree up in your window sill
 Well leave me out of it, people like me don't live to feel
 We can't make it in this world without that blood on our bootheels