So Far Gone Is Our History, All This World knows is mystery
Another Youth slained and we Still aint Caught the man
Today on the channel five news another story feeled with blues
Cryin in front of the screen, a group of shaken teens
It dont matter it's always the Same, all a pretty lie posted
with a new name
We've Effectively killed ourselves, Who needs racist to help
New Revolution X, A History destroyed now a generation's next
But This Can Change If We grab Our Bullets and get our wits
not the Bullets for the guns but the Better Ones
So Far Gone Our History, What's next for us is a mystery
But For Me I know Its Poetry and Solution, raise Ur Fist if
ur ready for a revolution
No More Fake Ass Gangstas, and Messed up wankstas
Put on the Real Artist and lets clear up this mist
Lose Control, Regain Souls, Brake the Bars That Hold
Give a kiss, regain lips, and Tell This world real shit
Shake hands, find friends, before it all comes to an end
I was Taught...No... I was raised To all do things my way
Raise Ur Fist And Repeat my Words On this
So Far Gone Is Our History, This World is a mystery
New Revolution X, Which generation to destroy next?
Oh The World is close to its end and so who Do U call on as a
true Friend
Nothin Left to do but Watch the systematic Destruction of the
Youth
The end is near so i quietly put on this last show for u
Nothin Else to do But cry and find the truth
So far Gone....
So....
far....
Gone....
