We got a history of killing dreams in the streets
One man stands up to be struck down
One leader who can’t be bought off
Gets his head shot off
If they can’t subvert you
They pervert the image of you
If they can’t use violence to silence you
They put a bullet through the heart to
And I get tired of trying to put poetry
And music to the truth
Just so you will listen
Tired of using the humor trick
To pierce that thick skull

What you weren’t told
You are the mold so break yourself
To make yourself stronger
And pass it on so it lasts a lot longer
So the dreamers can stop
Taking shots for all of us