Smoke from a rooftop, this will never stop Your advice could be to demilitarize But it's not the weapons that kills, it's the people behind When no logic
Smoke from a rooftop this will never stop Your advice could be to demilitarise But it's not the weapons that kills, it's the people behind When no logic
翻訳: 発生拳. 後ろの人々.
So I can hit you in the nick of time hit the nicest I can find Every nights a different dime (Madchild) I was a crazy little devil at a early age Been raising
nigga when doin' times get critical Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my genitals Behind bars, fist
that won't bend for the preassure whatever that might be maybe you can stand up and tell how the storie that killed so many peoples can be real and
let go And you must let go of your power master My liquor got to your powerful master You'll never get out without much discipline Raise your fist but also raise
mind, and we can loosen it Rewind what you were missin', everytime that you was listenin' to me Glad I made a picture, put a rhyme upon the internet I'll hide behind
you swallowed in the jaws of life When you strip people down you'll see how they don't need their cover Is it clear and defined when fists from a simple
home 'cause ska made you a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist
[Mr. Shadow] I be blowing up like land mines going across the world and major plains Hearing you people yell my name makin the money fuck the fame Them
door You're asking for more Come in the room Gettin' sent your doom As the waves roll in My five senses wearin' prim Waves of tiny people Trapped in a russian tin People
ve never even met you, What could I have done? [x2] People are people so why should it be? You and I shouldn't get along. People are people so why should
blink of an eye they gone Didn't fit in the soccer team as kids so they started out wrong That makes sence thats why they started to bomb Behind bars
ghetto First the political prisoners must be let go And you must let go of your power master You'll never get out without much discipline Raise your fist but also raise
