Tekster: Rage Against The Machine. Settle For Nothing.

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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped
To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name


Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
But death is on my side
Suicide

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped
To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
Caught between the culture and the system
Genocide

Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me if I fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile of my face

If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later