-- Time for changes It's time to get a grip of yourself -- Time for changes Truth is hurting so much Disappointment a fact in life -- Time for changes
Tradução: Raised Fist. Time For A Cambios.
Time for changes It's time to get a grip of yourself -- Time for changes Truth is hurting so much Disappointment a fact in life -- Time for changes Searching
this time, motherfucker have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a
I wanna crack a smile when I see him Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin
use heaters Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom For real [Chorus] (poem interlude) Society's time bomb laying dormant Our peopledisenfranchised for the free world Oil for
through time Ignorance has taken over We gotta take the power back Bam, Here's the plan Mother fuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your
it in high gear [Chorus: Public Enemy] You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E.! {*scratches*} We ain't for the fame We for a change I
going to tell y'all something man It's time for the Wu revolution right here To all my niggaz across the world Raise your motherfucking fist in the air And get ready for
Time a greater Honour for thee Will be found on the Shores of my Country Power surge echoes down from the Sky Raise your fist, cultivate Noble Lives Clothe
't goin' to respect that And you can sniff a snitch a mile away Fuck him in his ass and feed him dick, a pound a day Chorus 2x You a sellout nigga Bow
waking up, solidarity is evident Harmony moves, time is irrelevant People, the places, the message basic From raise fists to sit-ins, resist the change
and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract
ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently the hood inspired him to be a G, i bled for the game did it all for the
a four block radius like a public prison Twenty-two year old, Dunn, ain't got a cup to piss in But he got a barrel gun and that's knuckle twitching
than use heaters Some people rather lose they life than lose freedom For real [Chorus] [poem interlude] Society's time bomb laying dormant Our peopledisenfranchised for the free world Oil for