text: A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
  Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on
  A world of violent rage but its one that I can recognize
  Having never seen the color of my fathers eyes
  Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip
  I tried to grip my family but I slipped
  To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
  I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name
  Read my writing on the wall
  No ones here to catch me when I fall
  Death is on my side
  Suicide
  A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
  Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on
  A world of violent rage but its one that I can recognize
  Having never seen the color of my fathers eyes
  Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip
  I tried to grip my family but I slipped
  To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
  I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name
  Read my writing on the wall
  No ones here to catch me when I fall
  Caught between my culture and the system
  Genocide
  Read my writing on the wall
  No ones here to catch me when I fall
  If ignorance is bliss
  Then knock the smile off my face
  Yeah
  If we dont take action now
  Well settle for nothing later
  Well settle for nothing now
  And well settle for nothing later
  If we dont take action now
  Well settle for nothing later
  Well settle for nothing now
  And well settle for nothing later
  If we dont take action now
  Well settle for nothing later
  Well settle for nothing now
  And well settle for nothing later
  If we dont take action now
  Well settle for nothing later
  Well settle for nothing now
  And well settle for nothing later