We've always lived inside the lines—
Right wing, Left hook — clouding our minds,
Holding us back, but not this time.
We were raised
on confusion,
products of misinformation.
Never got our
story straight.
This time—
it's too late.
We're drowning in our
discontent.
I don't trust the
government.
It's a
conspiracy. You
only know
what they want you to see!
Knock us down,
but we're still standing!
Knock us down,
but we're still standing!
You don't control us with your fear.
We won't submit and disappear.
We were raised on
promises.
So I picket the whitewash
fences.
Nothing's ever
as it seems.
I don't want
the American Dream.
You surrender
all you are—
only living
from afar.
But I'll make
my own way. For-
get tomorrow.
Live for today!
Knock us down,
but we're still standing!
Knock us down,
but we're still standing!
We were raised on
promises.
So I picket the whitewash
fences.
Nothing's ever
as it seems.
I don't want
the American Dream.
You surrender
all you are—
only living
from afar.
But I'll make
my own way. For-
get tomorrow.
Live for today!
Knock us down,
but we're still standing!
Knock us down,
but we're still standing!
Artist: Obie Trice
Artist: Atmosphere
Artist: Melissa Manchester