Vices

I must again sing my dissent until your end I must again sing my dissent until your end 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 put to these chords To indemnify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms Pumped from a 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 Fatherless 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 With a molester for father, who lives with a prison for home We all have our vices, we all have our flaws We all have our anger, we all have our love And I must again sing my dissent until your end And I must again sing my dissent until your end Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh And I must again sing my dissent until your end We all have our vices, we all have our flaws We all have our anger, we all have our love [x5] 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