A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
  Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
  A world of violent rage
  But it's one that I can recognize
  Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
  Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
  I tried to grip my family
  But I slipped
  To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
  I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
      Read my writing on the wall
  No one is here to catch me when I fall
  But death is on my side
  Suicide
    A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
  Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
  A world of violent rage
  But it's one that I can recognize
  Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
  Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
  I tried to grip my family
  But I slipped
  To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
  I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
    Read my writing on the wall
  No one is here to catch me when I fall
  Caught between the culture and the system
  Genocide
    Read my writing on the wall
  No one is here to catch me if I fall
  If ignorance is bliss
  Then knock the smile of my face
    If we don't take action now
  We settle for nothing later
  We'll settle for nothing now
  And we'll settle for nothing later