gotta use more than your voice I don't care if I have to fuckin' fall if my back's against the wall I fight I don't care if I have to fuckin' fall
the workers control the means of production what a fucking waste when most means of production are as worthless as what they generate useless commodities
I'll fight I'll fight and I'll fight and I'll fight And I'll fight and I'll fight I'll fight and I'll fight and I'll fight
Wasted youth, wasted youth I know that I will never be politically correct And I don't give a damn about my lack of etiquette As far as I'm concerned
the same I don't care if it's 'new and improved' I said I don't like it I don't care if it's 'life-time guaranteed.' I don't like it I don't care what
9 to 5, wallet's a bit fatter Once full of piss and vinegar now full of shit and dope Freedom isn't easy I guess you couldn't cope You gave into the
killed by a psycho But I'm not sad or sorry 'Cause we be tomorrow Next month, next week I guess I'm weak I guess I'm weak But I'm not sad or sorry '
love will survive I never tear apart It's written in my heart I'll never ever hurt you I wasted days, I wasted nights A restless love, an endless fight
privacy, the last breath of sanity It's all fucked, ??¶ause what I see is too damn many brain-washed humans. The forces of dissention are released, their products
a earthquake, son I'm gifted N-i-n-e, came up in lights I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes Niggaz know my steelo I'm 40 below Deep
as one-two-three. One-two-three... CROWD (VARIOUSLY): Doctor, what group am I in? Where do I belong? Where am I? Tell me where am I! Where am I? SCHUB
battle rages on Regimes shall fall to the ground We must prove them wrong Destruction levels city streets Product of desire I realize my fate is death I
place Where I rest with the blessed, don't jest, it is a waste To try, you might die, so I abort the mission Try to fight, you might end up in critical
I do, where can I run, to hide is to die Trapped in limbo upon this earth All I ask is why So I cry, shedding the tears of life Wasting the years to
I love Mike-O was killed by a psycho But I'm not sad or sorry 'cause we be tomorrow Next month, next week I guess I'm weak I guess I'm weak But I'm not
privacy, the last breath of sanity It's all fucked, ?cause what I see is too damn many brain-washed humans. The forces of dissention are released, their products
, and I ain't impressed I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc I'll give you dog shots
many have I thrown? See my best I gave it, that test I aced it But I feel like all this music I'm making is being wasted Sadness kicks in is it worth
