In this cause too i am prepared to die
There is no cause for which i am prepared to kill
I am asking you to fight, to fight against the anger, not to provoke it
We will not strike a blow
If you stand for nothing
You can't fall for anything
No freedom gained when blood stained
What would you sacrifice for you to get your way have it made
Hand on the mic what would you have to say any ways
Any means necessary justified
Slave becomes the oppressor when the master dies
An eye for an eye just leave us blind
For a story we already know
History repeating we all get a beating
The angry just reap what we sow
Don't you know?
Can't you see?
There the sees, and the not sees
Which one are you?