Paroles de Sons and daughters

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Date de parution : 10/06/2008

Durée : 0:04:08

Style : Alternative

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.