You‘ve been born into circles of despair
that never planed to change a thing

You‘ve been asked for guidance and control
although you might not be caught within

In your chest you wear an iron heart
and you are wondering its weight
It‘s filled with fear to break your world apart
and jealousy to leverage your hate

You judge on blood,on money and on tribes
there‘s none supposed to change its class

you don‘t see the world in black or white
you part the leaders from the mass

You wonder why people call for arms
why they are questioning your state
in the end it‘s will against ammunition
in the end also the choice is a weapon