Real revolution starts in our hearts and ends in the streets, this is my soundtrack for violence and I won’t miss a beat
Was beat on, kicked on most of my life, born into poverty lines, the weary will rest in time, the have-nots will come back tonight!
A little seems like so much more, when you had nothing before
And I never got down and prayed for shit and I’ll never take more than I can give
We’re the ones you left to die, but the fight still burns inside
Forgotten, but unashamed, the cast-outs will rise again