Sweat shop in a south
american slum working
on and on and on these
streets paved with dirt built
by hands scared with hurt
this soil tiled with pain
brushed aside like tears in
the rain for the revolution i ride i lay
may life down here let
my soul know no fear
fire in our
eyes
and
gasoline
burning in our
vains all me
persistence never
drains eyes shining eyes
shining people living in
carboard shacks all they
own they carry on their
back like a wild stallion
that wont be broken a
leviathan that wont be
chained steel pilar that
wont be shaken a mountain
that wont be shamed