We were the ones
who were bred in the fire

Forced to reconsider
our primal desires

Wants and needs stood still
in the want and need to survive

A place we were taught to ****
From the day we first arrive

Told that guns don't **** people
People **** people

But people don't ****, bullets do
So stop speed mailing bullets people

Having much of everything
Yet still doing the taking

And making those who have nothing
Give and keep on giving

Not just reaping harvest
But even lives, loves and futures

Taking away tomorrows
We are a man in the dessert
And they, they are the vultures.