the last will.

The danger I see in them wanting to change me is that
I may become a stranger.

I may just be a face in the crowd in the mass of the voices calling out loud but the crowd knows me to be who I am,
do not change me into your kind of a man


And who could relate to a state that would halter the wild and the free?
I see anarchy ahead
I see the streets running red with blood
I see them boys of the hood reigning supreme
I see through glass eyes, cracked
I see all movements tracked and how smart is that when they fire dumb missiles to take out the juveniles.

Bud, a friend of mine, twenty nine, says,
'they'll be coming for you very soon
and it's no use you hiding they're riding a broomstick fully loaded with radar, they'll pick you out from the crowd however loud you might be and silence you, silence,
you will never be free'

Finally in the land of the 'look see, wait and prepare' there'll be nobody there, no one to work, no one to pray, no one to brush all the danger away and I will be a stranger.