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The first day of school was always the hardest
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The first day of school the hallways the darkest
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Like a gauntlet
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the voices haunted
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Walking in with his thin skin lowered chin
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He knew the names that they would taunt him with
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Faggot sissy punk queen queer
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Although he'd never had sex in his 15 years
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And when they harassed him it was for a reason
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And when they provoked him it became open season
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for the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunder
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that pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder
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It kind of makes you wonder
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how one can hurt another
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But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
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It's like breathing with a respirator
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It eases the conscience of even the most conscious
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and calculating violator
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Words can reduce a person to an object,
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something more easy to hate
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An inanimate entity, completely disposable,
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no problem to obliterate
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[CHORUS:]
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But death is the silence
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in this language of violence
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Death is the silence
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But death is the silence
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in this cycle of violence
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death is the silence
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It's tough to be young, the young long to be tougher
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When we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougher
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Abused by their fathers but was at home though
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so to prove to each other that they were not homos
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The exclamation of the phobic fury
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executioner, a judge and jury
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The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere
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Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare and a numb cold
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stare
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On the way home it was back to name calling
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Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and
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they reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him
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But it wasn't a game when they up jumped and grounded him
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They picked up their bats with their muscles straining
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and they decided they were gonna beat this fella's brain in
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with an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
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Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
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They didn't hear him screaming, they didn't hear him pleading
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They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding
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in a pool of red 'til all tears were shed
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and his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head
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dead...
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[CHORUS]
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[2x]
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You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop
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You won't hear the screaming until it stops
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The boy's parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him
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She was mad she had no form of retaliation
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The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hitlist
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But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness
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to this senseless crime, right place wrong time
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Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time
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The first day of prison was always the hardest
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The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest
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Like a gauntlet
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the voices haunted
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Faggot, sissy, punk, queen, queer
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Words he used before had a new meaning in here
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As a group of men in front of him came near
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for the first time in his life the young bully felt fear
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He'd never been on this side of the name calling
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Five against one they had his back up against the wall and
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he had never questioned his own sexuality
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but this group of men didn't hesitate in their reality
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with an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
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Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
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They didn't hear him screaming
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They didn't hear him pleading
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They took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner
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The giant reduced to jack horner
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But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
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It's like breathing with a respirator
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It eases the conscience of even the most conscious
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and calculating violator
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The power of words, don't take it for granted
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when you hear a man ranting
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Don't just read the lips, be more sublime than this
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Put everything in context, is this a tale of rough justice
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in a land where there's no justice at all ?
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Who is really the victim ? Or are we all the cause, and victim of it
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all ?
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[CHORUS]
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[2x]
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You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop
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You won't hear the screaming until it stops
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Language Of Violence
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| Disposable Heroes Of Hiphopris |
