Letra de Blood on Your Bootheels

We jump 'round the ring, and we loosen your reins
I heard the man was roamin' free, now he's livin' in chains
Woah wo, everywhere I got the world in tow
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, chéri, 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 the bub?]
It's a wonder that they'll ever see the light of day
With people like you walkin' down 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, race and age
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
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, forty 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 them films
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 make it in this world without that blood on our bootheels