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 9, 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 9, 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
If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face
Yeah
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