Loaded Minds

Young boy is killed by a gun toting driver
He caught him, shot him, 'cause the kid went too far
When the man was asked why, he replied with conviction
I caught that young punk throwing stones at my car
Stones at my car
Uncle Sam's on the billboard, stars and stripes shining
As I drive by he's a message for me
The sign reads "the constant preparation for war
This is the preservation of peace"
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds with the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over our fence
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds with the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over our fence
That's the freedom
Tricks on his door sent an old man's heart racing
Tricks on his mind broke his patience in two
He answered the door with the crack of a rifle
Paperboy dies delivering the news
He becomes the news
Folk heroes and murders, they're condoned and condemned
They're crucified and idolized for taking their stand
Is this how we live, all good people on guard?
Defending our rights in the home and native land
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds with the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over our fence
There's a war in our streets
There's a war in our streets
And we're loading our minds with the word self-defence
And you take someone's life for crossing over your fence
That's the freedom
That's the freedom