Status Symbol letra

A will to survive; shackled and silent.
Oppressive self-religion holds us back.
Token hands close tightly around necks.
Neglecting those which would impair them.
Each chosen word burns through my heart.
Complacent standards torn apart.
But there's not room left for ignorance;
Who's held, legs prone to movement, all torn apart;
Who's held back us.

Yaphet Kotto - Letras

• Are You Still Working At That Cafe?
• B and C
• Blind Leading The Blind
• Circumstantial Evidence
• Driving Through Natchez
• Fact Nor Fiction
• First Meetings Arrangment
• Highly Enlightened
• Inquire Within
• Of Epic Proportion
• Reserved For Speaker
• Status Symbol
• Suffocate
• Syncopated Synthetic Laments For Love
• The Killer Was In The Government Blankets
• The Weight Of Remorse
• Torn Pictures