In our backyards
Take you a look around
They’re not very far
From being erected
To house the rejected
More ‘crime’ to come
That’s fuckin’ expected
They say these new prisons
Will save us some money
When they were adding things up
They must’ve been drinking the rummy
Add and subtract
And still don’t see
How these the mother fuckin’ prisons
Gonna benefit me
A drug addict in one cell
Bi-polar in the other
Walk across the wing
An Aboriginal brother
3% of Canada’s population
And a large chunk of our prison nation
Does that sit well with you when you demand
Mass incarceration and boots in the sand?
If not then raise your mother fuckin’ hands
It’s time to take, to take a stand
Chorus:
Oh, it’s you
Oh, it’s me
The ‘other’ is we
We can blame this on Harper
But that just won’t do
Get ‘tough on crime’
Something they all claim to do
Complicit, implicit
And no sympathy
For those they say
Are ‘not like you and me’
More victimization
What prisons dispense
Fuck the facts yo
We got ‘common sense’
They deepen inequality
In the name of justice
What are the costs?
Won’t tell, they don’t fucking trust us
'Prisons are safe'
Tell that to Ashley Smith’s mother
Our walk to her grave
And ask if she’d like another
Life not taken away
For throwing crab apples
Some sun, a beach
Enjoying a Snapple
I criticize
Ya I’m ‘soft on crime’
A real live Pillsbury Doughboy
Spiting out rhymes
Oh, it’s me
Oh, it’s you
Your sons and daughters in new prisons
Whatchu gonna do?
Chorus:
Oh, it’s you
Oh, it’s me
The ‘other’ is we
They talk about conditions
With vile rhyme and reason
Talkin’ bout prisoners
Like they’re livin’ in the Four Seasons
Ya its Club Fed
Fed the fuck up
With your bullshit lies
That you blow and suck
In high school
I remember the ‘useful crisis’
So damn useful
They fuckin’ divided us
Here comes the wedge
Between ‘us’ and ‘them’
Tell em’ to shove it
And return to send(er)
You’re fire, you’re brimstone
It’s misplaced
Lives are for living
Not human waste
Recycling prisoners
The only thing you do
That and giving jobs
To the screws
You got a problem?
They got a prison for that
You can’t solve them?
They got a prison for that
Chorus:
Oh, it’s you
Oh, it’s me
The ‘other’ is we
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