[Originally by Youth Of Today] Made their threats ruin your name thought I was broken but the spirit remains and this flame will keep on burning strong
Already digging on burial ground Already ignoring the bullet sound You're living life on powder illusions It seems to be the easy solution Life's hard
've mastered this, let the others go first so the brothers wont miss fried til it's burned and crisp say we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist
OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him
to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta
hung a man after dark (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Cease the violence! (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Yo who got the power, to make a man raise
run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We
then three Its only cos you came here with your brothers too If you came here on your own you'd be dead Raise a glass or two You raise a fist or two
superstitious Live a fantasy Don?t need no ball of crystal To tell you what you see Let others take the road that leads nowhere Stand up, raise your fist
messin with others, stressin? your brother, it?s time to uncover Time to choose another path you see Cause the road most traveled?s negativity Put your fist down (fist
is do or die this time Raise your fist, give 'em hell boys Let's make them wish they'd never lived My eyes locked with a boy on the other side Hands
The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Don
de la Rocha] The world is my expense.. The cost of my desire.. Jesus blessed me with its future.. And I protect it with fire.. So raise your fists and
locked down But take it from me she's so lonely Look straight ahead in the distance Yes there's a nightcrawler walking with her fist clenched, but raise
runnin'. There's a point I think we're missin', It's in the air we raise our fists in, In the smiles we cast each other, My sister, my brother. About
Where the other Bands fall Fans of Slavery hear the call You know we are the kings And you know that a new war begins With raised metallic fist We
