[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
can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other
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 from
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 must
men Without herds or flocks or crops Or families or fires to tend? Like a phoenix up from ashes now A blanket figure springs With a fist raised up to
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
This 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
avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked, intense cut
: My gums bleed for the victims of the bad taste generation Everyone seems so concerned without motivation Raise your fist with broken glass and change
a different land Originality, fact that I understand A black fist, black power and a black man X Clan take a stand with the other hand Usin this as a
: 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
raised a survivor now i'm getting *** as a fiver rider account now i living the fist chance i was given lifer Estribillo you've always been my undercover lover nothing like no other
talk me into dumb shit Like selling out to move a few more units Just keep me in the ghetto cause the hood stay truest You fuck around and cross the other
gotta get ova' I document culture closer to the edge Bolder than a print, open to interpretation, gazin deep into the glitz? To my people, raise you fists
. Call me. Chorus Verse 2: We brought each other pain, fought with in a brawl with our fists Yellin, niggas could hear us through the walls & the bricks Sayin what we don't mean Stabbin each other
Oh, the world is my expense It's the cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with it's future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists and march around
