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My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he
Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor
Come Bring it on, bring it on now Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion
key, we'll break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage
Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of
Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill, tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the
The sistas are in so check the front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated
Huh! Check it! Uh! Silence, something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide, then
A jail cell is freedom From the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on And passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognize Having
I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy
endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved Their souls encaged I feel the rage It's brutality
knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in
Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell, yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell, how long can we wait
back, I know who I am Raise [Incomprehensible] your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless
I be walkin' God like a dog my narrative fearless Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddha Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked So come on as