Bit3 The Hand

Smile for the camera Stand where they tell you Take what they

give you Say that you’re grateful Keep your head down

Don’t make a scene

Funny how freedom Comes with a leash You gave me a seat

But you own the table Gave me a voice Long as I

say what you’re able To sell,

to spin To package me in— Nah.

You want obedience

Dressed up like choice

But you made one mistake— You gave me a voice

I BITE THE HAND

That keeps me underneath

You call it feeding me

I call it pulling on the leash I BITE THE HAND You

thought would make me stay

If freedom has a price Then I ain’t gonna pay

Tick-tock

Punch in Work till you’re hollow

Buy this

Want that Borrow tomorrow

Everybody’s running

Nobody knows where Building somebody else’s kingdom Then dying in their chair

You say behave I hear obey

You say be patient I hear— WAIT.

For what?

You want obedience Dressed up like choice

But you made one mistake— I FOUND MY VOICE

I BITE THE HAND

That keeps me underneath

You call it feeding me I call it pulling on the leash

I BITE THE HAND

You thought would make me stay If freedom has a price Then

I ain’t gonna pay Take your leash.

Take your rules. Take the little box You built for fools.

PULL—

I pull back PUSH—

I push harder

BUILD YOUR WALL—

I’M GOING THROUGH IT!

BITE!

THE!

HAND!

Maybe I lose everything

Maybe that’s the cost

But I’d rather own an empty room

Than live inside your box You can keep the promises You never

meant to make

I would rather bend the bars Than decorate the cage

I BITE THE HAND

That keeps me underneath You call it feeding me

I finally see the leash

I BITE THE HAND

And tear myself away

If freedom has a price— THEN I’LL PAY IT MY OWN WAY

No leash. No master.