Poverty Injustice
The world seems so unfair
When you look around a world that doesn't care
That a billion go to bed with stomachs bare
But there are a million products for Valley Girl hair
Psychologists, politicians and Hollywood are just examples of an emotional whore
They will care more for those who pay more
But the homeless can't afford their inherit rights
Because no one gives a crap about their plights
Revolution
You can take my gun, my money, my microphone
You can deport, arrest or just leave me alone
You can burn and destroy everything I own
But as long as I have my voice I will make things known
Expose the things that won't get shown
Lincoln, Marx, Gandhi and King taught us revolution's eternal
Burning from our passions internal
Built on convictions we hold personal
That we hold before anything national
Faith in logic not the pathos to lead us to the rational
Columbine
I lived through Columbine
I saw myself walking a thin line
I was a white boy living outside the majority
A demograph stereotyped to be a neo-Nazi
I was an outspoken wallflower
Living without power
Although violence I shun
Others feared I'd hide behind a gun
But I don't scapegoat my lot
And I am not a bigot
I don't look to be a death sentence judge
On others I shouldn't hold a grudge
Whether you're black, red, yellow or white
I don't want to fight
But I stand by my will
I'm outspoken still
My belief is my word
And it shall be my only sword
With which to change worlds of each mind
To preach to love all mankind
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