Children are dying in the streets and our women are still treated like slave tramps and bitch things instead of Queens and Goddesses and we are still, zombies
Remote controlled suckas driven by somebody else's concept of success, their success, our death, their success, our death, their success, our death... will you wake up?
Will you wake, the HELL up and realize no one can save us, but us
Played, songs of life they create matchin', with spells of love and joy and, peace...
A sign... Now a sign is somethin' that points beyond itself, our lives, our collective lives are assigned that point toward paradise or the grave and you need to do something!
Get serious, get involved, get bloody if you have to but, do somethin' more than talk about what it all means!
Revelations are, truth, at a distance, truth is revelation up close, and I really wish I had a revelation but our children are dying in the streets!
And all I have... is truth...