[Verse 1]
Follow this story as it's written in pain from rebellious thugs from slums to the biggest of names, corporate gods who

claim the world we live in, let me tell you, you dont want to miss a minute of my spittin. I'll start it out with a vision

of a boy from the village, constantly wishing he was escaping the violence, guerrilla warfare is all but never silent, the

bloodshed is forever vibrant, coping with clapping of kalashnikov yapping, warchildren from kidnappings oh yes it really

happens yes it really really happens. Ask my grandpa, ask my uncle, ask my poppa, my mom, no way I'm fronting this song,

thank God I got a family because in in the third world
we're getting shot up annually, when will they ban the beast, too many dirty hidden secrets we need to be preaching, the

Reagan administration created many monsters, aiding the killings creating way too many fosters.

[Chorus]
Follow this story as it's written in pain, written in pain, oh written in pain. Follow this story as it's written in

pain, no we don't want love, no we don't want hate. No we don't want nothing, we just want names (we just want names)
Tell me God is there someone to blame?


[Verse 2]
Not representing the Marxist or the right wing, just representing my people, all of the people that died fighting, what is

reason for thi treason corruption keeping the evil agenda in secret, whas it military propaganda? The contraband of weapons

in hands of men and children that caused a spark in minds beside caps peeling.
American citizens - know where your tax money was spent. Millions of dollars put aside so genocide could commence.
Amnesty international catches a crooked politician, get your passport stamped because free speech will make you go missing,

more than a decade of war to make the people turn viscious, severe pain reigned from deathsquads and guerilla militia,

suspicious I don't know who to blame, I see the truth in my father's eyes, am I even qualified to find a name, the

motivation is so we can find a way.


[Chorus]
Follow this story as it's written in pain, written in pain, oh written in pain. Follow this story as it's written in

pain, no we don't want love, no we don't want hate. No we don't want nothing, we just want names (we just want names)
Tell me God is there someone to blame?

[Verse 3]
Honestly was this about controlling the economy? Control over commodities, unproperly burning the hearts and tainting

sovereignty. Constantly falling, constantly calling upon God to keep stalling, the rape and murder that bothered innocent

Salvadoran mothers and fathers, R.I.P to the martyrs that shouted louder. R.I.P to the bishops that fought the power, and

burn in hell to rapist, liars, and cowards, I cast a fire
yo no puede hacer nada, all I got is mis palabras, writting verses en mi casa of pain, change for the better, my letter is

out for the voiceless who think their voicing is pointless, hopeless without choices, more than 75,000 were lost, who is

to blame? Too many people involved to point the finger, it's a shame post war, drug, guns and gangs. This song is not a

history lesson this song is accurate, my mission is spitting the essence of repression for my people, I'm very passionate.


[Chorus]
Follow this story as it's written in pain, written in pain, oh written in pain. Follow this story as it's written in

pain, no we don't want love, no we don't want hate. No we don't want nothing, we just want names (we just want names)
Tell me God is there someone to blame?