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I'm scared to death

Of tryin to raise a seed

How do grow a flower

In soil over-run by weeds



How long will they survive

The spread of disease

Always the same shit

So I seem to belive



That it might it pointless

So why do we try

Before I finish this rythm

Another kid's gonna die



We got people takin drugs

Just to get by

Searchin for the release      

That will allow them to fly



And I can't take it

It's still fucked up

This world is paid for in blood

And it's still not enough



Our sons fall victim

To a system unjust

While the media teaches

Our daughter's to be sluts



WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!



These are our sons

These are our daughters

If this world gets hard

That just means we fight harder



Cause this world's not for us

It's for the future, for the kids

So we must assure them

A better place for them to live



Do what we must

To leave a better place to live

But in a world full of sin

It's kind of hard to be positive



But still I rise

Still I shine, still I try

Still I fight

Still bleed, still I die



Still I know that

They could never ever stop the Peace

The hand of God

Is about the only thing stopping me



So still I preach

Still I speak, still I teach

Still I think

Still I pray, still I reach



Still I try for something

Better then this world we're in

My life's work will not

Be justified by dividends



This ain't how it ends

So homie keep your faith

Our time is near

But that don't mean that we just sit and wait



That means we stand tall

Even when we're in the face of hate

That means we rise up

Over come and sieze our fate