A super villain in a trench coat, posing as a hero, tries to sell us a anti-revolutionary dream Have you ever taken the time to find your favorite star
Suffering from "Bleeding heart disease" Fighting for a "Lost cause" Passion mistaken for "Teenage resistence" us "looney left" burden you all I'm just another kid with a guitar and a
to feel somethings not the same, 'Cause certain times I know, Like everybody knows, Things aren't the way they used to be. It seems like nothing good comes for
Dirty-tricks, status-quo and MTV What is hip? Fashion tips and football teams, It makes me sick It makes me sick The last pick, Contracted a social disease
My brain hurts I'm suffering from a pure overload I need some time to get away Before my thoughts take over me I need some time to reminisce with a vacant
A home built on unity as one A place that gives handouts of hope to us all... Together we rebel to be differently One common devotion True liberty Side
role over in his grave if he saw the world today it seems that we've all rolled over and died Our acceptance for minimum wage to then barely survive is
minded when compared to consistent point of views cause I know just who you are and how you would choose Look around we're faced with such a mess We are
Spinning room is the. Words right come out wrong. Good thing, too much, bad thing, always nausea. Nausea, always nausea. nausea, nausea, always nausea
you'll dance for them until one day you end up dead One FIST One VOICE Gunna make a lot of noise One STAND One FIGHT One CHOICE Freedom is so close to
just a kid Dance boy (or girl) dance, while you still can No need to grow up before your time is through, take your time... you're in your youth Welcome to Suburbia: a
do you? I... refuse... don't want to be part of this shit do you? Do you? Compassion Dreams Equality Love Belief Autonomy Anarchy=Harmony A FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT
Nine o'clock, Friday night, You don't know what to do. The Seven Eleven's where it's at, This story once again is all too true Smoking pot and sipping
Starving for democracy A world with no justice The gap between the rich and poor is evolving enormous A child dreams about nothing more than a meal A
I aint piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto my mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for huh, I'm doing this for hip hop Im coming after
back All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black No matter what color, all that matters we're gathered together To celebrate for the
me Esham is dope ho im the king of the D I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys I almost
like you Sometimes I wanted to just fight you, shit Swing on you - think I'm playin man, I'm just like you I was a kid with a puzzle with missing pieces