Pieces of her fell away
Happens more each and every day
Bit her tongue for everything that she had to say
Got pushed aside even though she wasn’t in the way

It’s a cycle, it’s a travesty
It’s a ******* mystery
How every outpost blew up from a live grenade
From here to there all up and down the freeway

It’s a war zone, it’s a free range
It’s taking cover when the law breaks
When animals get a fair shake
There’s only so much more that she can take

She never spoke up;
She kept inside all her suppressed rage
She walked right out of her birdcage
Into bright lights and a grand stage
When all she wanted was a fair wage

It’s a cycle, it’s a travesty
It’s a ******* mystery
How every outpost blew up from a live grenade
From here to there all up and down the freeway

From the city, to the government
They dictate how our lives are spent
Overcast and the skies are gray
Above our land as the world decays

If this was a book, I would turn the page
If the color of skin turned from brown to beige
Would this be handled in the same way?
But even then, it’s too hard to gauge

It’s a cycle, it’s a travesty
It’s a ******* mystery
How every outpost blew up from a live grenade
From here to there all up and down the freeway

She doesn’t cough when she talks
She doesn’t shimmy when she walks
She don’t judge, and she don’t speak
She just nods her head and agrees

For fear of something that might be said
Don’t look now, but she wound up dead
Over something in the paper that she thought she read
Hit the ground from a bullet traveling through her head

Pieces of her fell away
Happens more each and every day
Bit her tongue for everything that she had to say
Got pushed aside even though she wasn’t in the way

It’s a cycle, it’s a travesty
It’s a ******* mystery
How every outpost blew up from a live grenade
From here to there all up and down the freeway

It’s a war zone, it’s a free range
It’s taking cover when the law breaks
When animals get a fair shake
There’s only so much more that she can take

She never spoke up;
She kept inside all her suppressed rage
She walked right out of her birdcage
Into bright lights and a grand stage
When all she wanted was a fair wage

It’s a cycle, it’s a travesty
It’s a ******* mystery
How every outpost blew up from a live grenade
From here to there all up and down the freeway