Drown out their sound
The exploited ghettos
Are taking the blame
For everything
We're made to win
It's in our bloodshed
When will the tipping point
Return Again?
When the street had the power
It was our voice getting louder
And our fists in the air
They saw this
And got scared
Arrested and arraigned
Our entire game
Very few chosen
Survived the campaign
The war on drugs
Is the plug
Money laundering police
Rake the cash in
Steal from the very streets
They swore to protect
Behind the scenes
Are their criminal sprees
We live life in a cage
Under their radar
Mob mentality
Isn't a disease
It's a program to free us
Instability in the streets
Will cause an uprise
Will get us on our feet
Will uncover the lies
Deaf men can see
Blind men can hear
It's exactly what the police fear
When we finally stand
And once again
Raise our fist in the air
Built to destroy their entire order
Our voices flood the streets
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