Yeah, I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown-skinned man
Since their grandparents bought one
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
See right through the red, white, and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure of lies
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keeping people calm
You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam
The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untied me
I'm empty. please fill me
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord!
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Mind of a revolutionary, so clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The "land of the free"?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change and to counteract
We gotta take the power back
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
