A fusion to break
Pieces to mend
When honor’s at stake
The means to an end

Instinct of survival
When one understands
That a mother’s touch
Can be a murderous hand

A father with a gun
For his wife’s fake despair
Against their own sons
As they gasp for air

So follow the path
Follow the lead
Don’t fall out of line
And you will FEEL free

Those are the rules
Agree to agree
Make sure you’re faithful
To thy God as she speaks

Freedom a joke
Chain marks are sore
Smile as they choke
A facade to a core

If you cut off your strings
You’re going to get hurt
So be a good boy
And you won’t get burned