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 in an
existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I
gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No one's 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
existence mundane
I got a 9, a sign, a set and now I
gotta name

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

Read my writing on the wall
No one's here to catch me when I
fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile off 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