What does it take to get locked away?

Being poor in a public place?

In the shadows of self liberation

United States of Occupation

Take a seat with the state police

Riding on the train and you fell asleep—

Next stop, the iron bars

So they lock down all the subway cars

Form a line up the blind alley

What kind of visions are these?

When you see what they see, the deck is stacked

Doing time you can never get back

Silence for the ears

Darkness for the eyes

Been staring at the sun so long

By the time you look away you’re blind

Tossed in a cage

Wasting away

Youth is a window measured in days

(So bask in the rays)

Form a line up the blind alley

What kind of visions are these?

When you see what they see?

The deck is stacked

Doing time you can never get back

Is it self help?

To help yourself

To someone else's

peace of mind?

How can you hold another in darkness

And stand in the light?

Been staring at the sun so long

By the time you look away you’re blind

New York city is a charnel ground

A wound that blooms and claws the sky

Might makes right, it’s the market price

They’ll toss you on the street to die

What would it take to lose your life today?

Seeking shelter in a public space?

It’s a dangerous place, these United States