[Verse 1: Kaden Butler] We are all stuck in our heads Thinking about us instead of them And we hoping to God that the Eagles win But U.S. citizens don't call murder sin Hundreds of people are starving to d**h In Sudan a cousin ran into trouble and got k**ed, whats next? Don't know but you, but I am sick of this We go to church and listen to them but do no sh** And then we ostracize girls and call them 'b**h' What is up with us, we implicating the terror that we play in games Murder is to guns as guns is to d**, and then we just try to take the fame But I'm crying when I hear another has pa**ed And I'm screaming at the kid who just got snatched And a man was there doing nothing but crap Interesting when a big story on the news says it wasn't a trap You kidding me, I saw the kid through my own eyes While you have spent time writing he probably died And now I will wake up and actually try Knelt down by the d**h bed, you will cry Goodbye Nothing and no one will stop me from change And I will Wake Up, Speak Up Let the words run through my mouth And life them up let us shout Abortion, take the time, absorb it When you conceive, the beginning of new life When you receive, the world becomes so bright You're deceived, as doc replaces his knife You were not taught between wrong or right So remain in the light and don't lose sight God has blessed you with a miracle Do you really think d**h is hysterical? Or is it to much, very numerical Then order a f**ing cab, go back to clerical The right thing, mother, wife, speak Speak up for your child, I know you feel weak But when the child is born, give it all but a week It will hurt, traveling down the birth can*l The head pops out of the vagina