Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures tha same Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt Theres a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?(x4) Calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill

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May 2010