To The Powers That May Be

Counting the heads with the head count Flip through the streets with the head mount Flip of the coin like the change in the weather when history written by blood hounds Ignorance can't be a leeway Trapped in a cage by the freeway Stuck on a plate going two ways ou wait I want two cakes What am I supposed to do You've gave me no time to choose You're setting me up to loose I'm starting this race in boots I could of have rocket shoes I'm caught in the sand with you But you've go so much to loose