Vārdi: Rage Against The Machine. Calm Like A Bomb.

I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like baldwin home in pairs Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's tha native son Born of zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth There's a window pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge And a syringe and a vein And tha riot be ha rhyme of ha unheard Calm like a bomb This ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Ha pulse of tha condemned Sound off america's demise Tha ant- myth rhythm rocker shocker Yes i spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Ha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home And tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be tha rhyme of the unheard Calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads post no bills A strike and a like of cops outside the mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill