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Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy - "Language Of Violence (LP Mix)"
Lyrics to Language Of Violence (LP Mix) : The first day of school was always the hardest The first day of school, the hallways the darkest Like a gauntlet the voices haunted Walking in with his thin skin, lowered chin He knew the names that they would taunt him with Faggot, sissy, punk, queen, queer Although hed never had sex in his 15 years And when they harassed him it was for a reason And when they provoked him it became open season for the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunder that pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder It kind of makes you wonder how one can hurt another But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler Its like breathing with a respirator It eases the conscience of even the most conscious and calculating violator Words can reduce a person to an object, something more easy to hate An inanimate entity, completely disposable, no problem to obliterate But death is the silence in this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence in this cycle of violence death is the silence Its tough to be young, the young long to be tougher When we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougher Abused by their fathers but was at home though so to prove to each other that they were not homos The exclamation of the phobic fury executioner, judge and jury The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare and a numb cold stare On the way home it was back to name calling Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and they reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him But it wasnt a game when they up jumped and grounded him They picked up their bats with their muscles straining and they decided they were gonna beat this fellas brain in with an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance They didnt hear him screaming, they didnt hear him pleading They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding in a pool of red til all tears were shed and his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head dead... [But death is the silence in this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence in this cycle of violence death is the silence You wont see the face til the eyelids drop You wont hear the screaming until it stops The boys parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him She was mad she had no form of retaliation The pack didnt have to worry about being on a hitlist But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness to this senseless crime, right place wrong time Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time The first day of prison was always the hardest The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest Like a gauntlet the voices haunted Faggot, sissy, punk, queen, queer Words he used before had a new meaning in here As a group of men in front of him, laughing, came near for the first time in his life the young bully felt fear Hed never been on this side of the name calling Five against one they had his back up against the wall and he had never questioned his own sexuality but this group of men didnt hesitate in their reality with an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance They didnt hear him screaming They didnt hear him pleading They took what they wanted and then just left him bleeding in the corner The giant reduced to Jack Horner But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler Its like breathing with a respirator It eases the conscience of even the most conscious and calculating violator The power of words, dont take it for granted when you hear a man ranting Dont just read the lips, be more sublime than this Put everything in context, is this a tale of rough justice in a land where theres no justice at all ' Who is really the victim' Or are we all the cause, and victim of it all' But death is the silence in this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence in this cycle of violence death is the silence You wont see the face til the eyelids drop You wont hear the screaming until it stops You wont see the face til the eyelids drop You wont hear the screaming until it stops [ Language Of Violence (LP Mix) Lyrics ]
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