When I look back on my life, the wrongs and the rights, I know I've made mistakes, but never lost the fight, never fogot who I am, or lost my identity
let put aside the issues that are tearin us apart we got a long way to go but nows perfect time to start so quit waiting around for everybody else to
take a look around you and tell me what you see a messed up world backwards society were all to blame everybodys out to please themselves church and state
(1-2-3-4!) Twenty years have past, come and gone so fast, nothin's gettin better, nothin seems to last, but the rebellion I live for still stands
Make it bang dun tight the noose We can hang one Thought he was my dog Now we got to cut off love Ain't it bad news When a nigga AWOL crew You dont like
The river ran through Howard County It was the life blood of the land It made fields of green tobacco Aching backs and callused hands Mama talked of a
[Rasheed] Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did And god, thanks for all the times you let me live I should of been dead a long time ago Should of been me
Damned kingdom of fertility and creation - darkned destiny yet strengthened with the power of gods - underworld awaits hunger lord of pestilence and flies
Always together Together but always alone If living's a sentence What kind of existence is this one? The feelings are there But our hears have been missing
The grey man at the wheel Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game In their own fucked
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto Heard too much about the working class motto How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street Racialist
Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand In my head I had a brain that they
Yes that's right, punk is dead It's just another cheap product for the consumers head Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors Schoolboy sedition backed
Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe? The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating The object unsoiled
What do you want? What do you want? I'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools Tired of idiots playing with the rules Know it's not a thing that a man would
Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise" This
Out of the chaos we divide Fucked up, muddled up looking for a side Stay on the outside, don't go in Don't think that you can do it, If you sell out they
Places of sickness nurse me cold Attendant whiteness glare in dark Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams Shattered proofing