I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
This is the first set of words that I'll pick to these chords
To identify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms
Pumped from my heart
That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the other
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger we all have our love
Father-less is how I prefer to be known
At 6 years young I was left all on my own
The son of a full time working mother
And a molester for a father who lives in the prison for home
We all have our vices, We all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
I must again sing my dissent until you're aware.
Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest
And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh
We all have our vices, We all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all
[Spoken:]
America, in my opinion, is the prison house of nations.
It rings with the sound of truth to me,
But let's let the numbers tell the tale.
Now, if we were to count all the people in U.S. prisons and jails,
We would account for almost a quarter of the worlds prisoners.
The actual figure comes to 23% of the worlds incarcerated,
From a country of a mere 5% of the worlds total population.
Not since Rome have we seen such a fever for imprisonment.
So there's a reason I've called it the prison house of nations.
Because it is.
From death row, this is Mumia Abu-Jamal.
compositores: CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, PATRICK C. BOLLINGER, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, PATRICK C BOLLINGER
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