Here they go again, being untrue to themselves  It's nothing new, it's all been done before  They are not a dying breed  More like growing seed  With roots choking honesty and truth     They are twisting your words  And they are making up lies  When confronted they are in denial  No one is given the chance  To explain the actual facts  Because the book's already judged by its cover    Hate, rage, fear  Not prepared to  Hate, rage, fear    You think I don't hear you, talk behind my back?  You think I don't see oyu, and your hypocritical act  Did you ever think about the rest  Here's twelve rounds in the chest    Hate, rage, fear  Not prepared to  Hate, rage, fear  Not prepared to be  Pre-judged by thee  But determined to stand   Rise above