without a face
rage against the machine
uh! got no card so i got not soul
tha jura got my number on a wire tap
'cause i jack for similac
survive one motive no hope
'cause every sidewalk i walk is like a tightrope
yes i know my deadline sire
i'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire
tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
it's my life for their life so call it a free trade
por vida" and our name up on tha stall