"The Price Of Life Itself" lyrics
We're raiding drug stores to finally cure the disease
Peel back the skin and see the real thing
Go follow the money, tell me where it leads you
Do you think you're not part of the same machine?
We're bugging phone lines, and tapping into your dreams
Did you think freedom would be free?
We can't provide security 'cause the price tag would be too steep
And who'd finance the enemy?
Treat our militia like trigger-happy machines
Fewer lives saved than casualties
We all poison the water, and drink it up because it tastes so sweet
For some, not all
We still believe in angels, and leaving everyone blind
Sentencer says "eye for an eye"
But he still talks to the money
Taking bail and bribe security
The price of life itself
You love to talk but you're finished making sense
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Little man with a big mouth
Train him, give him a big gun
Dosed up to do some power tripping
There ain't no justice, white judge addresses all white jury
Hear no perspective that don't come from white congregations
White legislation proposed by white administrations
Enforced by other-fearing victims of white isolation
Believe no pictures
We live by prophecies (Ignored by white abominations)
Affirm convictions while we sleep
We walk lambs to the slaughter
To give our sons and daughters what they need
For mine, not yours
We still don't hear no answers
That challenge what we think (Oh, yeah)
Don't need no harsh reality
We can stay above the water
While still lending a hand to those who sink (No way!)
The price of life itself (Not me)
When I was younger
My momma told me
In this world there are sheep and there are wolves
And you can be whichever one you want to be
'Cause when you look like you there's a choice
And I chose, woo
But momma didn't raise no wolf
And I was never really one to fight
You know I never had no friends
But that's life
I thought it always looked like fun
When they gun 'em down on the TV
In the cops I saw a hero
'Cause you know they all looked just like me
Just like me
How's that?
Try white, rich, Christian and unstable
And they ain't gotta take no accountability
They just say that they were scared and under pressure
As if that's not the only special skill set needed to do their job
Peel back the skin and see the real thing
Go follow the money, tell me where it leads you
Do you think you're not part of the same machine?
We're bugging phone lines, and tapping into your dreams
Did you think freedom would be free?
We can't provide security 'cause the price tag would be too steep
And who'd finance the enemy?
Treat our militia like trigger-happy machines
Fewer lives saved than casualties
We all poison the water, and drink it up because it tastes so sweet
For some, not all
We still believe in angels, and leaving everyone blind
Sentencer says "eye for an eye"
But he still talks to the money
Taking bail and bribe security
The price of life itself
You love to talk but you're finished making sense
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Little man with a big mouth
Train him, give him a big gun
Dosed up to do some power tripping
There ain't no justice, white judge addresses all white jury
Hear no perspective that don't come from white congregations
White legislation proposed by white administrations
Enforced by other-fearing victims of white isolation
Believe no pictures
We live by prophecies (Ignored by white abominations)
Affirm convictions while we sleep
We walk lambs to the slaughter
To give our sons and daughters what they need
For mine, not yours
We still don't hear no answers
That challenge what we think (Oh, yeah)
Don't need no harsh reality
We can stay above the water
While still lending a hand to those who sink (No way!)
The price of life itself (Not me)
When I was younger
My momma told me
In this world there are sheep and there are wolves
And you can be whichever one you want to be
'Cause when you look like you there's a choice
And I chose, woo
But momma didn't raise no wolf
And I was never really one to fight
You know I never had no friends
But that's life
I thought it always looked like fun
When they gun 'em down on the TV
In the cops I saw a hero
'Cause you know they all looked just like me
Just like me
How's that?
Try white, rich, Christian and unstable
And they ain't gotta take no accountability
They just say that they were scared and under pressure
As if that's not the only special skill set needed to do their job
Writer(s): Harry Springer
