To live or to die is in other people's hands...

to live or to die, is a privilege, given to the man.

To live or to die, it's a bad romance.

Our brothers are dying right here in the street...

by an evil justice system set out to defeat.

Oh! It's an accident they say, right after we accuse them of  foul play.

Our world is a world that they could never understand, a world full of hate and killing at our own hand.

It's almost too easy  for them to overpower,

our generation has gone sour.

But what right do they have? The right to make any moment our last?

What we can can do, is make ourselves better, because once we have our birds of a feather,

we can flock together.