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To the edge of the world I go
Inscribed in the epitaph of my soul
I feel it I feel it I feel it
On a journey to the edge of the world we go
Inscribed in the epitaph of our soul's
We feel it we feel it we feel it

As the sky rumbles around me
In this peopled possibility
My attitude affected by the altitude
I smile in the turbulence
Unaffected by the pestilence
Yes I confess,
I'm on a conquest for content
In a black and white, shakedown century
People can you feel me as I swing
On this tethered pendulum
I'm fielding questions in the fallout
Prayers for rain in a season of drought
Earth tones, ringin' louder than my cell phone
Can you hear me as I call?
Can you catch me as I fall?
Seed I seek to grow tall...
Not modified homogenized hydrogenized
But glorified crystallized and mesmerized
By this polarized perplexity,
It be vexing' me, but it won't get the best of we cause,

On the razor's edge of annihilation
We callin' out for Regeneration
On the edge of extermination
We're callin out for Regeneration

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Cause I'm skatin' on this plane of my ice cold privilege
And I'm rigid this system got me frigid
Bob Marley no make joke when him say guiltiness
Rest pon dem conscience
I confess my life is excess
At the blatant expense
Of my sisters and brothers living in the gutters of our waste
This system breeding haste
A living disgrace to humanity
Accepted insanity propelled by the economic trap
Hierarchy maintaining the gap we call poverty
The rapist of our right we call liberty
The elite not free addicted materially
Distracted merely from the inequality we see
The people are perturbed the leaders must be served
With a taste of the
misery that is reality for the majority
We want justice

Because my brothers are dying
So many sisters are dying
They're tired of living
They're tired of trying

In a society that is constantly
Prosecuting w bars of insanity
Leaving no room to plea
For the moneyless of humanity
So the walls close in by the Babylon system
Yet, Babylon is a state of mind... is a state of mind
Death Row, who are we to judge who must go?
Politicians playin' as if they know
With their guns and ammunition
While they fight for recognition
While the people are left to live
On another superstition
Say, we're hoping for a new tomorrow
For time to heal all sorrow
We want Justice, yeah (x2)
We want Justice.