Another Tribe

Another tribe, another brother Torn between his lover and the gun Another God, another mother Weeps to justify the damage done I wonder through the lies and dirt I wonder will the meek inherit all the earth? As truth collides with propaganda Just another victim on the run The world outside, all fluff and candor Seeks to justify the damage done No wonder, so much pain and hurt I wonder will the meek inherit all the earth? I think there may be a war in heaven Paradise beneath the smoking gun As every saint and small town savior Race to justify their chosen one I wonder, as our world collides I want to reach out there Across the great divide