block is kinda mean But on our block we still play But on our block we still play And block parties in tha projects lastin' way past daylight A young
Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion To make your own decision, now that's baloney 'Cause if I gotta play by
Hope to God that the law or the vice don't ride (SQUALIE!) We been trapped in our own hustle You see the government's the powder but the crack is our own
a plea, I get down on my knees Now's our time to release and make peace with our conscience We wanna break through, and set a precedence; a new way of
a border town The war was over, the guns laid down The women, the men, the children say Now it's hard to remember it any other way When the law acts
dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down [repeated] Your halo slipping down
murder. Just last week jury sent a man [Martin Harrison] I'm always grateful if the citizens know the law. Get him there. You too. Sit down. Okay, from
the rest of my life Sometimes I wanna get high Travel up away to the beautiful skies Float away and hope to never come down Hope to see the day that I never come down
to be another way now you don't like the system but what's the system anyway I don't want to march to any drums I just want to find my own way and
: (It makes it's own sauce...) Joe: It wasn't very large There was just enough room to cram the drums In the corner over by the Dodge It was a fifty-
gonna react Whatta we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos Just in case you comin Commando I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own
judged and you shall surely hang We live and scrape in misery, we die by our own hand And still we murder our own children, brotherhood of man Blood on all our
every law in the country By tapping our computers and telephones What if Al Qaeda blew up the levees Would New Orleans have been safer that way Sheltered by our
hand We gotta boot down, boot down, boot down the door Smash their oppression - smash their law! [x2] Those in the power have had their own way too long it's our
cents Mr., Mr., why you always tryin to take all our money Because I am the government And you have to pay Stop tryin to take our money Yo, you gotta
-red six string. It was like I'd known the thing all my life. I soon found it was the only way I could truly express myself. It was a way to vent all
string. It was like I'd known the thing all my life. I soon found it was the only way I could truly express myself. It was a way to vent all my frustrations
conquer turn the moments of our lives into a ticking time bomb of your own creation, counting down the days, rot in your graves. Doomed to repeat our