Sons And Daughters Lyrics - Aggression - Verse

We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, 

Forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective 

Of a poor dead man's son, another kid that had to run, another life 

Struggling in the age of the gun. Running was only temporary, I tripped 

Up and I fell. I've learned from what they wanted: Silent people living 

In hell, where we're taught there's a price for every man and a price for 

Every piece of land. Thrown into a life of stagnance, your mind's a Jail. 

You're raised for profit and you were born to fail. Sometimes stepping out 

Of line and walking away from all you know is the hardest thing to leave 

Behind. A new life defined, now we can defy the greedy men with the greenest 

Of minds. We never wanted to be seen as a commodity, I refuse to be an 

Object of a vision that blinds me. 

Aggression. 

I gotta break the mold. 

Aggression. 

Never let them take control. 

Aggression. 

Hands in shackles, Mind's confined to a cage. 

Aggression. 

I won't stop until I've broken every chain. 

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