Break The Chains In Our Brains That

Can't Close My Eyes Cause All I See Is Terror I Hate The Man In The Mirror Cause His Reflection Makes The Pain Turn Realer

It's A Constant Man-ego-check Going On In The Streets, In This World.

And In Turn I'm Hostile Guess You Could Call Me Anti-social. Niggaz Shakin Like They Caught The Holy Ghost When I Approach Em.

Questions For The Lord, Why He Don't Like Me, Guard My Soul, Though My Life Was Hard With No Remorse.

They Have Money For War But Can't Feed The Poor.