Another suicide body being zipped up
To pig laughter, back slapping and such
I´d cry if I could anymore; or seek a hug if they’d
Open this door.
Down with these prisons, down with these lies
Remove these veils from Americans eyes
We come to prison for petty stuff
Get released, return for serious stuff.
Corrections they preach, while driving us mad
They have my body, my uncles and my Dad´s
R.I.P. Spencer Hooper, Danny Gallegos, Ronnie Easterbrook
I’ll remember what this shady system took
2.4 million of us caged,
Growing steadily along with our rage
A stage for anti-imperialist thoughts.