I took the needle out of my arm about
A year ago today
And every day since then I?ve been taking
The needle out of my brain
So when I?m staring down at my hands I can?t explain
Just what it is that I?m thinking of
Except thank God that all my veins have to pump is my blood
I?ve done you so much wrong I can?t believe
You would still talk to me
And I say so much bullshit I can?t believe
That anyone around me can breathe
I know that it?s a little dramatic
But the word for not changing is death
So I?m getting better, my friends, but please don?t hold your breath
I met a man in rehab the first time
An organizer in prison
He lived in chicago when the cops shot fred hampton
But he was just a kid back then
Justice doesn?t flow from police guns
I?m reminded of that all the time
As long as there is a law, peace will be a crime
What the news calls economics
I still call it violence
If your God is a judge or a jailer
I?m still an atheist
But I try to have faith in the things that will happen
I get saved from myself when I do
So maybe God isn?t the right word, but I believe in you
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