| How could I ever bear witness to a man |
| Who comes running down to the other side of reason |
| And jumps up with a gun in his hand |
| How could I ever solemnly swear to no end |
| That the man that I was seeing |
| The man that I saw was bleeding |
| Was leading me to the promise land |
| I said now hold on |
| How could I ever scream to the top of my lungs |
| Without making a noise I’m not taking a voice |
| I ain’t sounding like every other one |
| How could I ever dare to close my eyes |
| Open up another side |
| Find time |
| Just take it as it comes and leave it a surprise |
| I said now hold on |
| No way, no how |
| Music is the only way I throw down |
| But I want to know now |
| How could I go down with you |
| How could I ever stand firm on your solid ground |
| And rise up to the fear |
| Never holding my ear when the roaring of the canon sounds |
| You fire one shot |
| It never touch my body |
| How could I ever be so sincere |
| We never runnin, never duckin |
| From the gunman |
| And the words ring so clear |
| Now and they say |
| Got a little story for you |
| But if all the people |
| They stop listening |
| Then what can anybody do |
| I’ve got a story for you |
| Are you listening |
| People wanna touch us |
| Wanna take us |
| Wanna rush us |
| But they never gonna shake our sound |
| They fake it and we make it |
| Strip us down naked |
| But can they ever break us down |
| No |