Vices Songtext
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Vices Songtext
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
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 of the blood that runs
Through the veins in my arms
Pumped from my heart
That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the others
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 six 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
We all have one 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
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all
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 of 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 percent of the worlds incarcerated
From a country of a mere five percent 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
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
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 of the blood that runs
Through the veins in my arms
Pumped from my heart
That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the others
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 six 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
We all have one 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
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
We all have our anger, we all have our love
We all
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 of 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 percent of the worlds incarcerated
From a country of a mere five percent 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
Writer(s): Justin Cathal Geever, Christopher Mark Head, Christopher Lee Barker, Patrick C Bollinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com