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things started happening and I didn't return for two years
By which time I was the heavyweight champion of the world
And the expectant father of 16
and poverty
By keeping the pressure on the innocent ones
Continually, this can't go on

Third world people
I'n'I remember where ya' comin' from
Bona fide, dis
the Third World's gone
The waters poisoned where I'm from son
Seven hundred children die by the end 'this song
Revolution will come, where I'm from: the Third
the alcohol 
And let's talk about the world y'all 
Let's do it, come on 
Join the party, fist in the air

Everybody for the 
Revolutionary soul singer
So you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round
And you can't find the truth in the things you've found
And you're scared shitless 'cause evil
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets

This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
frequent flier miles and a book of upgrades
So next visit the third world I won't have to fly second class
The people's revolution is gonna be a podcast
, makin’ music for the people 

I wanna magnify Your light 
I wanna reflect the sun 
Cut like precious diamonds 
With the colors by the millions 
ya see they're not allowed
They get beat down by the US Mafia crowd
The CIA-FBI-IMF-crew
The world class multinational wrecking crew
So in the first
the community and spreadin the wealth
Understanding help ain't gonna come from nowhere else
Revolutionary's fakin me and just get dealt
With head on black people
a world of darkness
A day walker, I love walkin' in the sunlight
I look dirty but I've been cleaned on the inside
It's revolutionary, he's coming now for
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I've got this thing that I consider my only art
Of fucking people over.
My boss just quit
In the times too short to follow 
A man as cold as steel 
A work that can only be swallowed 
By a fire lit kiln 

Now the times are heavy
I'll die for
Revolutionary Third World War, got guns galore
Master Southpaw, right hand jammed to the jaw
Last thing that he saw, was a left at the floor
They feed on mtv, shaping paths of thought
About the third world war and things they should have bought
Smart ass people they're all the same
Upon the third world nation.
You've appointed yourself
The policeman of the world,
Talking about lifting sanctions
For your satisfaction.
everything that I see
I hate this world in front of me
Hate this town hate this place hate these
People hate your face
I love hate

I hate everyone that
get a double take
From all the guys and the girls who look your way
Back then people didn't always agree
But the love goin' round was revolutionary
Doisman an off duty security guard was a third unarmed African American man of 13 months when he was killed by the N.Y.P.D.

A loss of faith

connected with reverence
I always admire a loving desire
That's what we require so kindle the fire


All the people living inna this world today
Wormwood will fall from the sky
And wormwood will poison a third part of all the waters
And a third part of all the land and many, many, many people will
And wormwood will poison a third part of all the waters
And a third part of all the land and many, many, many people will die

And you know what the Russian
boss just quit the job
Says he's got himself some blinds to rob and he'll do it
The third planet is sure that they're being watched
By an eye in
Justices, and Senators
Run up in the White House
Erase people, edit them
Press delete, hit em in the chest with heat
Hail to the chief
Bullets everywhere, its
to get away?

All those nights when you've got no lights,
The check is in the mail;
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by its tail;
And your third