No Longer Living In Fear,

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?

I'll Probably Be Punished For Hard Living.

They Wanna Censor Me, They Ratha See Me In A Cell, Livin' In Hell, With Only A Few Of Us To Live To Tell.

Things Change That's The Way It Is.

We Probaly In Hell Already, Our Dumb Asses Not Knowin, Everybody Kissin Ass To Go To Heaven Aint Goin.