1.Scream
Tired and beaten.
Voice withering away to nothing.
I'm walking in the footsteps made by those who have been
defeated.
I've watched men and women made of steel get burned up
As easily as dry leaves and left depleted
All of my heroes have been ruined or written out of history.
I could be destined to fade away like so many before me
But as long as my heart keeps beating.
I still can't stop screaming.
Silence.
Is Violence.
I'm Bending.
I'm Breaking.
I'm Broken.
I'm still Alive.
2.Blind Salvation
Thirsting for the absolute left you drunk on a quest for the
truth.
A newfound sense of salvation, empty in the eyes, mind on
vacation.
They got their ravenous claws in your skin, they know the power
of
Infecting the youth.
Such a fine young boy. Join them where the water is black and
you
Can make your own rules.
No wrath of god, just the wrath of man. A legacy of genocide and
Stolen lands in the name of 'good books' that have been twisted
For imperialistic plans. Ignore the dark history of slavery and
Misery. Turn out the lights and hide the current state.
You've been 'saved' but you still wait： Arms open, heart open,
God
Fearing. Still Nothing.
3.Story Of A Free Man： Chapter Two： The Cold Return
Lyricist：B. Carey, C. Fischer
Dad came home in a body bag
He never had the chance to say goodbye
He was a good man, his veins soon pulsed with dissent
From what he'd learned right before he died
The cold reality of the rich sending the poor off
To fight a war for the corporate whores
'Will we ever see an end to this？', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this？', he said
Still stuck with addiction he numbs his mind
He wants to return to the time when he was young and blind
'Will we ever see an end to this？', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this？', he said
He knew life would never be the same from here on out
He felt the storm coming in with those dark approaching clouds
'Will we ever see an end to this？', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this？', he said
He's homeless now, he throws his mind away
And struggles with the thoughts of suicide and the end of days
He wants to see the end of this
This is the beginning of his concrete bed under a bridge
No, this is rock bottom, I can only go up from here
I'm looking ahead
And I think I'm ready to face what I've always feared
He screams out at the metropolis in front of him
This is where he learns to sink or swim
He turns to face a monster in front of him
That is the epitome of limiting
He takes the needle from his bedside
Gives it a look for the last time
It's the last time
4.The New Fury
They've got themselves a new spin on the story,
Twisted for one-sided glory.
Devastation soon becoming fuel for the masses new fury.
A greedy hand in the guise of a good man.
So threatening. So deafening. So silencing,
That familiar stance. The burden now passed to us,
We lose our footing but still try to stand.
No control.
No more rules.
No control.
No more rules.
'Perpetual war for perpetual peace',
Turn a blind eye to poverty while manufacturing new enemies.
The new slave's south of the border,
Murdered or overseas.
We still struggle with the fact that one percent has ninety-nine
on their knees.
Washington's drawing up war plans,
While there's still no hope for the homeless man.
No one should have to live under these men, iron fists with gun
in hand.
No more control.
No more rules.
They try to make you
And me live life by their design：
No free thought. No free speech. No peace of mind.
They make a move to confine.
But they'll never silence me as long as I can Breathe!
5.Old Guards, New Methods
Standing against the odds to take back what they took.
Some fight with stones, some fight with guns.
But instead I choose to fight with my pen and my notebook.
Nothing for the ninth ward, just more of the same.
Wealthy wolves smell the blood of opportunity.
Send in the sheep to develop a New Orleans.
A new twist for an old division game.
New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta stop the blood-letting.
What about the overcrowded projects where desperation calls？
What about the lack of education and the lack of love？
But most of all： what about the innocent in rooms with bars and
Three walls？ Can you tell me, where is the justice in Philly for
MOVE and Mr. Jamal？
New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta stop the blood-letting.
I've read about people found without the copper tokens around
their necks
Whose hands you cut off and left bleeding to death.
I've read about Hampton's murder by the state while he slept.
Our lives are all on trial and you still remain the 'judge'
While the Injustice machine stays greased up with innocent
blood.
No war.
6.Suffering to Live, Scared to Love
Blurry visions of your past, unknown mask up ahead.
Will the path we choose to take lead us to bliss, or to our
certain death？
So weighed down, we've got the weight of the world on our
shoulders.
Will we sit still in a state of Paralysis waiting for love to
hold us？
Knee Deep in a society where we learn to do just what we're
told.
Keeping us all high on emotion overload.
Sleep： Just an unknown road.
Definitions of Safety become our seclusion's solitude.
Abandon All： Put ourselves out on the line to bare it all in the
nude.
Scared People, still swayed by expression on 3 color fabric.
Condemn all you want, you're still the one who's sick.
We're Suffering To Live.
We're Scared Of Love
7.Signals
So here's a story about a city with a secret
Everyone one here is the life of the party
And everyone who's anyone is everyone's biggest fan.
If they've got what you need.
Everyone whispers and sends out a secret nod
The congregation's in 5 minutes
'Meet me in the bathroom.' Or maybe tonight the lines
Will get drawn right in front of you.
The life you live is a life of stupidity
Like those on pages of a Hollywood magazine.
See the stars in your eyes and the glamor you'll never see
Because you live on your knees.
Money burns like your nose, you comfort yourself and stay in the
smoke screen.
You've found true love inside an empty scene.
You live in a bad dream.
She's just searching for acceptance, and He's afraid,
But still puts himself out there.
They all came in search of a good time.
Approaching the night with closed eyes.
Pull the shades down, to hide the beautiful person you are on
the inside.
Your photocopied reflection： distorting your actual size.
You live in a bad dream.
8.Story of a Free Man： Chapter One - The End of Innocence
A concrete bed, a weathered awning made of cardboard that keeps
the
Morning sun from his eyes. He never knew much about why his life
became
So hard. Sleep one night under this bridge in this man's shoes,
and you'll
Learn there is no god. Lets go back to the early days. When life
read just
Like a blissful page, in a book with a happy ending, even if
that means
Were just pretending. Before everything this kid knew as
unbroken. Became
Nothing but a state of insecurity. In the early days he lived
life with his
Eyes un-open, conditioned to always go quietly. One day his
father went
Off to war. To fight a war for something that's not worth
fighting for.
A forceful pry at his eyes to see a beautiful world has been
taken from you and me.
'This is killing me,' he said to his mother. 'Is this the true
face of humanity？'
He said to his mother. 'The weight of this has got me on my
knees,' he said
With no response from his mother. The boy was scared now. He got
the silent
Treatment from a person he confided in. No longer sure where to
turn, he jumps
Right into a new life of uncontrolled rage and depression. He
embraces
Addiction to numb his new affliction.
'I miss my father,' He thought to himself.
9.Story of a Free Man： Chapter Three - Serenity
'I'm walking away from this,' he said with conviction.
He walked away a new man... This is the story of a free man.
10.Unlearn
Face down. I'm stuck inside these boundaries that were put in
place
to fucking quiet me...to bury me. I was given a uniform but soon
learned that's just a disguise. The reality is misconstrued and
subdued
until your spirit dies. Born into a culture that teaches you to
keep
taking not giving. Will you live your life spending？ Or will you
spend
you life living？
Unlearn.
A control just like heroin, you stole from us all again. Cold
hands around
our throats big man, If we speak up you're silencing. Too big
business
minded, when you see vision you blind it. Propaganda mixed with
power
brought on one-sided violence. Ideas remain bulletproof so you
can never
fucking silence.
Unlearn.
11.Earth and Stone
Staring into the sun, his eyes tearing and burning. Thoughts of
that warm
Day he closed up his heart to the world. Few walked beside him,
many just
Passed him by. So he'll just stay numb and sit there; quietly
fall behind.
Watched a man climb a mountain, watched that man's end of time.
No conversation
With the giver, his father lives only in his mind. Took a chance
to see her.
Fucked up her world. He never wanted nothing.
So fucked up on the inside, too much to show. No bandage for
these wounds
Or the ones he cut deeper than his own. He smiles and waves from
a distance.
Come in closer to see him broken. Touch the face that's true in
focus.
Feel the lines he cut through time. To remember the one that
he's left
Behind. No chance for redemption, saw his time come and go. He
wished for the
Best man to save her from his spell. Conversed with Earth and
Stone
'why did you leave me alone？' He Fell to his knees and he lost
himself.
Watched a man climb a mountain, watched that man's end of time.
No conversation
With the giver, his father lives only in his mind. Took a chance
to see her.
Fucked up her world. He never wanted nothing.
12.Sons and Daughters
We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class
man,
forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the
perspective
of a poor dead man's son, another kid that had to run, another
life
struggling in the age of the gun. Running was only temporary, I
tripped
up and I fell. I've learned from what they wanted：Silent people
living
in hell, where we're taught there's a price for every man and a
price for
every piece of land. Thrown into a life of stagnance, your
mind's a Jail.
You're raised for profit and you were born to fail. Sometimes
stepping out
of line and walking away from all you know is the hardest thing
to leave
behind. A new life defined, now we can defy the greedy men with
the greenest
of minds. We never wanted to be seen as a commodity, I refuse to
be an
object of a vision that blinds me.
Aggression.
I gotta break the mold.
Aggression.
Never let them take control.
Aggression.
Hands in shackles, Mind's confined to a cage.
Aggression.
I won't stop until I've broken every chain.
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