I see it everywhere I go
Hoping once it strikes it won't somebody I know
Somebody I know
A white man made sickness
And it's spreading faster than anybody could witness
Anybody could witness
So Go drink your f*cking booze
And make up some excuse
But I know that every bruise
Was made by your abuse
And how many do we have to lose?
We've become a statistic on the news
Please tell me there's something that you'll do
Before it catches up to me too
All the pain from the past
Through generations it will last
All the pain from the past
Through generations it will last
Teach us judgement and shame
So we become pons in your little game
For Your political gain
We are the very proof
Of your failure to erase the truth
The past is coming for you
You know that it's the truth
You're killing all of our youth
All because we have different views
I saw you tying up the noose
So Go drink your f*cking booze
And make up some excuse
But I know that every bruise
Was made by your abuse
And how many do we have to lose?
We've become a statistic on the news
Please tell me there's something that you'll do
Before it catches up to me too
You may have burned us with your lies
The world ignored all of our cries
But From the ashes we will rise
We will rise
You better mark my words
All the pain from the past
Through generations it will last
All the pain from the past
Through generations it will last