The Island (feat. Spencer Woodley)

There's an island off the highway Full of people rich and poor Some came out seeking glory Others have nowhere else to go Pay for pleasure To stay the pain The bright lights keep you warm in the rain Ride the tracks That run like veins This concrete island will sink away Little soldiers play their war games Like colored pieces on a board Collaterally racial profiling Whether by skin or by clothes Fight for honor Die for fame Kill your brother for a god with no name Sell your family Steal your name What more the island will take away?