there will be a reckoning

somewhere between the midnight and the cold and empty dawn, i found myself out walking on the streets where i was born, and i came upon a stranger who looked me in the face, and ask me what i was doing in this god forsaken place, i don't need to be forgiven for something i haven't done, nor for wanting my family to find the place in the sun, if you keep this pressure on, just don't be surprised, if i can't summonup my dignity while you're roughing up my pride, there will be a reckoning for the peddlers of hate, who spread their poison all across this estate, and a reckoning too, for the politicians who, left us to this fate, there will be a reckoning, just a few days later, a man came to my door, to ask me if i thought that this place was worth fighting for, and though i recognize his reasons, i just could not agree, when they told me that my neighbor would be my enemy, i don't need to be forgiven for something i haven't done, nor for wanting my family to find the place in the sun, if you keep this pressure on, just don't be surprised, if i can't summonup my dignity while you're roughing up my pride, there will be a reckoning for the peddlers of hate, who spread their poison all across this estate, and a reckoning too, for the politicians who, left us to this fate, there will be a reckoning, there will be a reckoning, there will be a reckoning, there will be a reckoning