Paroles:
Rebel Truth In The Red

to toe Just to keep a steady cash flow Who'll sever the limbs of a thousand men To get the economy going again When you're captain of the game Red

us dying The water that's rising ain't the shore, it's more of your crying Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths, they know Nothing bout surviving

devils, psycho rebels, Bitch turn up the treble, We wanna be heard 'cuz we speak the truth, Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth And that's the truth

unfolds. Speak not of peace of mind. There is no truth it's not to be found. A prisoner of belief in hot red sand. Trapped in the desert, no sight of

It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust Just us for the justice, in God we trust I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light Take the red

Why must my visions be so clear The truth, the truth, I've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown

Kids who can't afford thinkin' caps But always found drinkin' raps and eatin' off beats Claimin' laws of the streets, but who made the laws? Everybody playin' 'rebel

target to homicide Flash throwin at my head Code Red leavin' soldiers wasted, dead Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent Condemned to the silent movement of rebels

devils, psycho rebels Bitch turn up the treble We wanna be heard because we speak the truth Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth And that's the truth