Kitchen Lyrics

I've got something to say, and god damn, I'm gonna say it

Cause daddy always told me "Take the hand you got and play it"

And I don't really care if my fact is mostly fiction

Cause it's as much a part of me as what momma's cookin' in the kitchen

So when I raise my voice, I raise it with contempt

For all the "better angels" who kowtow and repent

And I don't really care about a little rat put in a cage

I'll kick them like the dogs they are just to satisfy my rage

And I've got freedom all to myself. It was made for me and mine and no one else

I'll keep freedom all to myself because it was made for me and mine and no one else

Some have heavy hearts as tears run down their cheeks

praying that a merciful and just god loves the weak

But I have never cared much for anyone but myself

So I have never heard the sound a heart makes when it melts

And I've got freedom all to myself. It was made for me and mine and no one else

I'll keep freedom all to myself because it was made for me and mine and no one else

And I'll believe anything if you dangle it by a string

I will kick and I will scream, hold my breath like a little kid

There's only so much room at the table where we eat

And there are a million beggars begging for scraps at our feet

But we don't even hear all the empty belly cries

Cause kings like us don't ever look the Dalit in the eye

And I've got freedom all to myself. It was made for me and mine and no one else

I'll keep freedom all to myself because it was made for me and mine and no one else