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From Our Hands Revolution

Do it to them They love the way we do it to them We do it to them Calvary [Verse 1: Tupac] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo

and skullies and Timmies Around mixed, spics, niggaz and giddies From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink But don't think we wastin our time

you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From

you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From

you'd never say hello," she said "You look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From

doubt (No Apology) Hand in hand across this land Our voices shouting out No Apologies (No Apology) No Apology (No Apology) No Apology Hand in hand across this land Our

'till I'm satisfied So let the revolution begin Now I drag these bones cross the barren land Where once a city now an outstretched end We can't lose our

Of destruction From Chicago to Toronto She's the one that they Call old whatsername She's the symbol of resistance and she's holding on my heart like a hand

snowfall, raging storms. Caught in winds delusions, of our heart and soul. He came down from the mountains, into our own frozen world. Spoke of revolution