They stare down there noise.... held high is the sky.... They say that this evil.... that this is wrong.... What do they know about us They need to break there little box.... Do not judge me and mine on our medium Medium.... This is the end of your ignorance And we’ve had enough Will you listen/ this is the end To these words/of your ignorance Give it a second / This is the end Just one chance/ And we’ve had enough You don’t even know my name So how can you judge me Dig deeper look past that black This is the end Of your Ignorance.... The irony could kill you For if they would only listen We would not have to say We are judged by the cover.... And not the contents.... They don’t even know our names So how can they judge us They need to dig deeper and look past the black They don’t even know Who we are We will show them What were made of Lets show them what were made of LETS SHOW THEM WHAT WERE MADE OF