Firey whip across my back,
Wounds on scars, they start to stack.
And yet still I don't attack,
I'll tell you though, y'all are wack.

Complaining that you are not free,
Saying they took your liberty,
Yet still you all can't see,
You took mine with each fee.

The price you ask for, I must pay,
A fiat dollar, in my pocket it won't stay,
Please just let me give it away,
We all only have today.

You plan for a tomorrow that doesn't come,
Making a dollar a god to some,
Mocking them calling them a ***,
Turning nose and a downwards thumb.

"No one wants your fiat dollar."
I sit here and try and holler,
But who am I? Not a shot caller,
Not even a drug dealing baller.

Just a simple EMT,
Just a basic, EMT-B,
A job I did all for free,
Just to keep you with me.