Bricks and sticks lying on the ground when stepped on make sounds that kill the silence that's going on right now,
Carefully walk watch your step you may slip on spilled blood,
To survive you gotta blend in and to blend in you gotta kill,
You are a question mark on this society,you are an outcast if you believe in love not in prayers,
It's your choice to bow down your head or keep it up even if gets cut.
Not seeing,not hearing,not speaking is not an option now.....
They fuck with your rights,
You fuck with their minds,
Your hands must not have that power,
But hang on to people like me our words do.