this what suits our weakened pride? How do I know cos you're my blood With the kinks and wires like me The same fearing frame We can run and hide See
Is this what suits our weakened pride? How do I know cos you're my blood With the kinks and wires like me The same fearing frame We can run and hide
they contemplate, but I obligate to demonstrate Without struggle no peace and surely no state of mind And what kind of nation will become daughters and sons
to the tribal drum drum I'm sittin on my temple, just pluckin silly mortals Speakin peace of mind to my many sons and daughters Gettin loose, loose,
We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up Mr. officer, crooked officer We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters
of it no more. Sons becoming husbands to their mothers, And old men turning young daughters into whores. Stripes on your shoulders, Stripes on your back and
and catch me 'Cause my legs, their prime has passed I am breakin' from the sorrow And my faith is fadin' fast Mother, father help me I'm your flesh and blood and
the final chapter The ancetral lineage built pyramids Americas first immigrant The Kings sons and daughters from Nile waters The first architect, the first philosophers, astronomers The first prophets and
terrified of water And of all the sons and daughters No one dared to see On the banks of the coastline I tracked a bleeding loved one His blood was mingling And
dead who took the dare And jumped in, they made bad choices Some have seen and others heard And they say along the bottom Are all the bodies of the girls and
mothers giving birth, seen beautiful orphans dance An old man turns and covers his eyes, he was never supposed to cry With sons and daughters and home and
The beauty she once knew has come and gone We've murdered all her sons and all her daughters The blood is on your hands, the time has come And now she
our home and our pride We've crossed too many borders Military suicide War killing sons and daughters Another failed attack There is no turning back Blood
put our trust in dogs Here we are again, The dead still look the same Who cares they're soon forgotten Nobody loves corpse that's rotten Your fathers, mothers, daughters, sons
being A holy fire burns in your mind God is perceived as a thing that's so vile End lives of pure men, and their beloved wives Sons & daughters they
waters On the tall cliffs they were getting older, sons and daughters The jaded underworld was riding high Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky and
