Lyrics:
the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-tang Clan on yo' mind one
Can we live through this?
Agents of the devil are you all
Prostituting mundane revolution
March on manmachine
Fear should only be of yourself
of the evolution
Counting the days till the revolution
AFRAID...
TO LIVE
Harvest minds through manipulation
Lost children of indoctrination
Screams for retaliation
against them
When will it all end?
The cycle continues
Till the healing begins
We are the ones we've been waiting on
We are the children of the revolution
answered from the caves to the cities
Come the dealers of Salvation on Earth
We've seen the restless children at the head of the columns
Come to purify
And she's a killer
And she's a keeper...
[Verse 1]
Am I blurry
In your vision
Was I just
A poor decision
Cut me open
With precision
eat
Too much youths fighting down the streets
Looking for equal rights and justice
Day by Day (Day by Day Yah)
Dem walking inna wrong way
Day by Day
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Yo, wake up, wake up
Ghetto children
Wake up, wake up
Ghetto children
Wake up, wake up
Ghetto children
Wake up, wake up
Ghetto children
Wake
YOUR NAME THIS IS THE
REVOLUTION
MY THOUGHTS
AND MY LIFE
HAUNTED BY MY FEAR
THE SCREAMS
WERE SILENT
INSIDE MY MIND
WHO CONTROLS
THE PAST
look out for my cuz
When it's all said and done, we be the realest there was
Who else if just not us?
If you 'bout this revolution, please stand up
falling side by side
Innocent blood is staining the ground
The power of money wins again
How much a life ? I want to know
Why must they die ?
A holy land
And will to perform
Is influenced by social class
The question is
Do you teach the children to think by themselves and evolve
Or do you make them repeat
Here's a story about the rules of death and glory
To be learned by heart by all children of men
It's the hour of the morning on the day after
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by
voice of who's neva been heard
Di children of di prophecy, di first of the world
Zion is inside, we live in Jah light
Our destiny is to preach and keep
WARNING POINTS – BLACKENED VISIONS
KILLER INSTINCT – HIDDEN BY FAITH
CURSED SOLDIERS OF MISFORTUNE
RED EYES TIRED OF ANGUISH
VULTURE RIPS THE SKULLS
of freedom
Comes in and gleams
Nauseous daddies made themselves creators
What have they seen?
Children in my head are gonna start revolution
Sound of crumbling
the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-tang Clan on yo' mind one
swear to me
I appear two years sample revolution in the burning cup
Constitution, learned too much, came off must return
Observe the facts,
to the sky
As children walked on by
Towards a robots system
That might just kill them anyway
Let's talk about the fucked up lives
Forget about yesterday
yeah there's - gotta be something
A new revolution - A final solution
Oh gotta change the world for our children
It'll be them who inherit all
killer, foetal exterminator
Systematic defilement of the world's entire child population
The unwanted filth laid forth by religious mistresses alike
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