...I was born in a city called Atrocity, among orphans shooting dice and the runaway cries of ambulance sirens

We used to walk past sleepless skies; bullet-riddled walls and thugs in blue

Brother: they came for you, left your body lying on the sidewalk. Now there's no time for small talk!

Betlehem is burning, the beasts are awake. Peace is nowhere to be found, when you're forced down to the ground

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The gardener upstairs is hanging from a cloud and phone lines up to the stars are cut

They shot you in the back and tomorrow turned black. My tears grew into wings; my dreams turned into eagles

I know it’s cold Antwon, but don't be afraid. Your story will be told, as our History continues to unfold

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A poet told us to rage against the dying of the light. Soon I’ll fly into the night. Yes, I intend to fight for what is right!

I'm on my way - I'm on my way to you. The brown leaves of Autumn are awaiting the red flames of revolution

The bells of dawn are about to ring. Hold my hand and let us sing: “we were born in a city called Atrocity 

"But, no matter what comes, we’ll build a new world and die in a land called Freedom.”