A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage but it’s one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my father’s eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it’s a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family but I slipped
To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta nine, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one’s here to catch me when I fall
Death is on my side
Suicide
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage but it’s one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my father’s eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it’s a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family but I slipped
To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta nine, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one’s here to catch me when I fall
Caught between my culture and the system
Genocide
Read my writing on the wall
No one’s here to catch me when I fall
And if ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile off my face
Yeah
If we don’t take action now
We settle for nothing later
Settle for nothing now
And we’ll settle for nothing later
If we don’t take action now
We settle for nothing later
We’ll settle for nothing now
And we’ll settle for nothing later
If we don’t take action now
We’ll settle for nothing later
We settle for nothing now
And we’ll settle for nothing later
If we don’t take action now
Now, now, now…
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