For yours my lord, this is more than just punch lines and chorus tell your sons and daughters, it is upon us reporting, cause i know they lead the blind into the slaughter
if you ever knew what’s close, do you think we ready folks better stop and run a check, on what we heading for we think we ready though, ‘but we ain't ready no’ when our mind is locked and we be scrapping for that petty dough
if you ever knew what’s close, do you think we ready folks better stop and run a check, on what we heading for we think we ready though, ‘but we ain't ready no’ when our mind is locked and we be scrapping for that petty dough