A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But its one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my fathers eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No-ones here to catch me when I fall
Death is on my side....suicide!

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But its one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my fathers eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No-ones here to catch me when I fall
Caught between my culture and the system....genocide!

Read my writing on the wall
No-ones here to catch me when I fall
If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face
Yeah!

If we dont take action now
We settle for nothing later
Settle for nothing now
And well settle for nothing later

If we dont take action now
We settle for nothing later
Well settle for nothing now
And well settle for nothing later

If we dont take action now
Well settle for nothing later
We settle for nothing now
And well settle for nothing later

If we dont take action now
We settle for nothing later
Well settle for nothing now
And well settle for nothing later