Why apologize for questions?
I own the breath that's in my lungs
Why hold back if I imagine
not to speak is simply wrong?
I won't cower for a moment
When their terror warning sounds
All they wanna hear is silence
Rule by pounding of the drums
Here's the street fight
It's in our hands
We're in demand
We're the new contraband
If you're following the stories
Every headline drops a noose
Buy the rope to hang myself with
Or find the fastest way to truth
It's a gamble that it's out there
When it's always being denied
I'm the likeness of my father
Rebel spirits never die
Here's the street fight
For our lives