I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given. Well that formula for caving in has now seceded, From a courthouse filled with empty judges. You've got a plan, you've got a blueprint, You're plagarizing what you can not be. It's not a plan, it's not a blueprint, You're criticizing what you can not be. A clientele of fools, continues to confuse our history, With what we're waiting for, a silent jury. So we can use our every means for progress... We're set free and who we want to be