Lyrics
It's time for some real world politics
Economics, history, math and English
Born and raised and bred walking a thin line
Between lost and succeeding it's another cannibal
The rules aren't changing, if you really don't like it
The threat has always been there, and terror always happens
For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said
All we have is these pictures of us
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did
And without this we might as well be dead
They're all black and white people
And that doesn't have anything to do with us
After all these years it's still an arms race
After all these years they still don't fucking get it
Lives and cultures matter more than capitalist interest
It's the FBI, it's the CIA, the ATM, the IMF, in the end, fuck you
For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said
All we have is these pictures of us
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did
And without this we might as well be dead
When you are so hungry that you'd believe anything
They're selling you the politics of starving
And what the fuck does that really mean to us?
