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I must again sing my dissent until your end
I must again sing my dissent until your end

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 put to these chords
To indemnify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms
Pumped from a 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

Fatherless 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
With a molester for father, who lives with a prison for home

We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love

And I must again sing my dissent until your end
And I must again sing my dissent until your end
Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest
And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh
And I must again sing my dissent until your end

We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love [x5]
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.

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