[Verse 1: Joe Horton:] Tryna conquer the world with concrete boots on I'm gonna die with my eyes open Lies hoping to hide from hate tested by time My fates vested in my, understanding Hence lays mental state That has made escape through the fields of eight generations In their nations in a place, very different From past conditions Wishing I could blink my eyes three times and be there There's no place like it Now, 2006 brings a mix of timeless stupidity Going back just to find the kid in me Epiphanies will answer the riddles These dirty ba*tards left instead Fast determination in the face of being wrong Will mean the world is gonna die with its boots on And eyes wide open And eyes wide open [Chorus: Joe Horton:] These paper dolls stand strong When their world falls down Cause all they got is paper To fall back on And they say these paper dolls They all stand strong Cause all they got is paper All they got it paper Now [Verse 2: Joe Horton:] Tryna conquer the world with concrete boots on I'm not dying with a pistol by my side Living in worlds bought or sold with invisible goals I see you fighting but for what you owed Now all you got is forty acres and a government tool chest It's training day f**er and you gotta be ruthless The rules don't apply You've been given a new set It's everyday except it ain't made the news yet So who's that creeping with their eye to the waist side The water's steady rising till' it's sittin' by waist-high The only way they save you if you livin' in bay side So here little soldier be brave Just take my hand Cross the river and I'll promise I'll save you I'll keep your mother safe from that devil You came through with your head held high It's okay to cry baby boy At least you died with your eyes open wide [Chorus:]