History Repeats Itself

I went to school on the rural route
With my brother the same age as me
Couldn't tell us apart to save yourself

Except the devil in my eyes and who I came to be
Could have been someone like my brother did
Like the promise of a new morning sun
But tell me what else is a poor, boy to do
Except to sell so he can live and die by the gun

Worn out like an old pair of denim, I'm faded
Politicians pushin' pills wanna keep me sedated
Keep the poor in prison and interrogated
Don't history repeat itself? Find your faith in somewhere's else
Gotta get out before I kill myself

Now I'm wanted in two or three counties
For everything that I have done
The law finally found me to take me, away
There was nothing left, to do but run

Worn out like an old pair of denim, I'm faded
Politicians pushin' pills wanna keep me, sedated
Keep the poor in prison and interrogated
Don't history repeat itself? Find your faith in somewhere's else
Gotta get out before I kill myself
Gotta get out before I kill myself