The fire burns
Our faces warm from its heat
Nights like these, they make me think
About the person I once was
And the person I'll become

My mind turns
And steps its weight upon my throat
Desperate for breath while watching me choke
If this is the end
You can bet your ass, I won't go out like them

These feelings, they keep pulling at me
And they won't let go
Until I face the fact, until I reap what I sow
Their voices, they keep calling you
They keep calling at you
Until they make you believe that there's nowhere to go
They'll do everything they can to drag you under
But you know the truth
So don't let these motherfuckers come at you

Most times the things to which we cling
Aren't the same things that we need

We sit and watch our dance of death
As we slowly drown in this selfishness
This is the end, you're one of us
I can't go out like them, better ash than dust
Better ash than dust
These choices, they keep following you
But you can't back down
Yeah, they gotta believe that there's no way out
Our voices, the last thing they'll hear
As they smash down upon us
What will continue is what we allow

Most times the things to which we cling
Aren't the same things that we need
And sometimes the things we love
Are the things we need to leave

We sit and watch our dance of death
As we slowly drown in this selfishness
This is the end, you're one of us
I can't go out like them, better ash than dust
Better ash than dust
Better ash than dust

Better ash than dust

"I choose to reflect the times and situations in which I find myself. That, to me, is my duty. And at this crucial time in our lives, when everything is so desperate, when everyday is a matter of survival, I don't think you can help but be involved. Young people, black and white, know this. That's why they're so involved in politics. We will shape and mold this country or it will not be molded and shaped at all anymore. So I don't think you have a choice. How can you be an artist and not reflect the times?"