[Nick James]

I hear..

blarin sirens flyin thru streets owned by careless tyrants
the heir to violence, manueverin an economy scared in silence
exchangin textbooks for checkbooks, a brilliant scheme n a plot
only more if u still believe that their not,
while fundin both sides of a war lettin the inbetween of it rot
this position i take only makes the proud man stiffen up straight,
never sticks in debate, only labeled a conspiracy thru a vision they make
so I try to find a reason, sum excuse as to why..
when approached with the truth why wuld u choose to believe in a lie?
i still carry the weight from poor choices and my share of mistakes
mainly character traits, when it comes down to it none of us are perilous saints
im blemished by my record, now a number to the system
.. as if it already wasnt hard to find sumone who wuld listen
this is me acceptin defeat, im raisin the flag. I guess endin on this page isnt bad
i did what I could in the days that I had,
now I watch my daughter march n find peace knowin I never failed as a dad