Vices

I must again sing my dissent until your end

I must again sing my dissent until your end

We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love

This is the first set of words that I'll put to these chords

To indemnify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms

Pumped from a heart

That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the other

We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love

Fatherless is how I prefer to be known

At 6 years young I was left all on my own

The son of a full time working mother

With a molester for father, who lives with a prison for home

We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love

And I must again sing my dissent until your end

And I must again sing my dissent until your end

Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest

And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh

And I must again sing my dissent until your end

We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love [x5]

We all..

[Spoken:]

America, in my opinion, is the prison house of nations

It rings with the sound of truth to me

But let's let the numbers tell the tale

Now, if we were to count all the people in U.S. prisons and jails

We would account for almost a quarter of the worlds prisoners

The actual figure comes to 23% of the worlds incarcerated

From a country of a mere 5% of the worlds total population

Not since Rome have we seen such a fever for imprisonment

So there's a reason I've called it the prison house of nations

Because it is

From death row, this is Mumia Abu-Jamal