The shizit

Cold naked protest

The shizit
I want to take on the world...

Start waking up
Cuz just another day is just another war
Nothing can match the riot in my hands
I will be the truth you can't ignore
So speak up against the cold floor
Lock up the gate and I'll find your front door
I was born in the chaos of waste
Looking for a reason to get back at the back at the world

Cold naked protest
No I'll never rest
Cold naked protest
Every day

1, 2, 3, 4 knockin' down your door
It's ten million fists and this time its war
5, 6, 7, 8 is it hate or fate?
A second thought is a second too late
1, 2, 3, 4 knockin' down your door
Black and white and rich and poor
Who draws the lines of how you're defined?
Just another number or a sovereign mind?


When you look down on me
You keep your eyes to the ground
That's exactly where
You'll find your fucking lungs ripped out

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