Isaac Is The Champ - Bloodlined Calligraphy

Hold on to everything you have, before it slips through your hands

Untold the story of the blood, shed to serve desires of greater man

For all the time the gold refined, still we cry, consuming more, as we stay poor

They’ve locked the door

Fight for your life, no more we’ll close our eyes 'til Sunday

While people die poor everyday, your lies will never feed my family

Still fight to make a better way

They’ve taken away all I have