Vices

I must again sing my dissent until you're aware

I must again sing my dissent until you're aware



We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love



This is the first set of words that I'll pick to these chords

To identify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms

Pumped from my heart

That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the other



We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love



Father-less is how I prefer to be known

At 6 years young I was left all on my own

The son of a full time working mother

And a molester for a father who lives in the prison for home



We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love



I must again sing my dissent until you're aware

I must again sing my dissent until you're aware.

Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest

And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh



We all have our vices, we all have our flaws

We all have our anger, we all have our love



We all



[Spoken:]

America, in my opinion, is the prison house of nations.

It rings with the sound of truth to me,

But let's let the numbers tell the tale.

Now, if we were to count all the people in U.S. prisons and jails,

We would account for almost a quarter of the worlds prisoners.

The actual figure comes to 23% of the worlds incarcerated,

From a country of a mere 5% of the worlds total population.

Not since Rome have we seen such a fever for imprisonment.

So there's a reason I've called it the prison house of nations.

Because it is.

From death row, this is Mumia Abu-Jamal.