[Verse 1: Kaden Butler]
We are all stuck in our heads
Thinking about us instead of them
And we hoping to God that the Eagles win
But U.S. citizens don't call murder sin
Hundreds of people are starving to death
In Sudan a cousin ran into trouble and got killed, whats next?
Don't know but you, but I am sick of this
We go to church and listen to them but do no shit
And then we ostracize girls and call them 'bitch'
What is up with us, we implicating the terror that we play in games
Murder is to guns as guns is to drugs, and then we just try to take the fame
But I'm crying when I hear another has passed
And I'm screaming at the kid who just got snatched
And a man was there doing nothing but crap
Interesting when a big story on the news says it wasn't a trap
You kidding me, I saw the kid through my own eyes
While you have spent time writing he probably died
And now I will wake up and actually try
Knelt down by the death bed, you will cry
Goodbye

Nothing and no one will stop me from change
And I will Wake Up, Speak Up
Let the words run through my mouth
And life them up let us shout

Abortion, take the time, absorb it
When you conceive, the beginning of new life
When you receive, the world becomes so bright
You're deceived, as doc replaces his knife
You were not taught between wrong or right
So remain in the light and don't lose sight
God has blessed you with a miracle
Do you really think death is hysterical?
Or is it to much, very numerical
Then order a fucking cab, go back to clerical
The right thing, mother, wife, speak
Speak up for your child, I know you feel weak
But when the child is born, give it all but a week
It will hurt, traveling down the birth canal
The head pops out of the vagina

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