Verse 1)
They rob the grave. They rob the slave. They rob the world. All for their selfish gratification.
They kill your parents. Murder your brothers. Suffocate your kids. Leave you dying in a pool of tears.
They shoot your mind, leave you blind, as you struggle to live. They take take take and never give.
They are the anti-christ, if there was any christ, but there ain't, he could not have made them, no way no how.
Verse 2)
Tossing up the ammo they use, throwing away the bodies they abuse, all for the life they choose.
We've all got the blues, but all don't got the chills, some of us just live and pay our bills,
But you seek vengence on the land, and it's people, just cos you're not cool, or special,
Simply put you are not much more than evil, a victim of your own creation, a dirty manisfistation,
Chorus)
You are the status qou, but I feel that although I am just the little man, without much in his hand.
I stand taller, higher, brighter, better, smarter, funnier, nicer, realer, not some dirty low down drug dealer,
You sell the world away, leave us with no where to play, destroy the buildings for they are your cell,
You wonder the streets with the menace of a devil in your eyes, the whole world in your way, oh when will you realize,
That it is you, not us, that has the problem, it is you, not us, who are the aggressor, the destroyer, the vanguisher
Verse 3)
Count your coins you robbed from the neighbourhood, think you're better cos of your mis-guided brotherhood,
Let me be the first to tell you, you have no brothers, for you are not human, you may as well call yourself alien,
We are not the same, and we never will be, i will always be more than you, i will always be free
