Up in the house on top of the hill You look around and the scene surreal There ain't a cop out on the corner There isn't a need the program is over Now
Homeboy's got some drugs pumpin' though his veins You know, he just ain't thinkin' the same Gonna feel like Superman today Faster than a bullet, more
Kickin' at the curb strollin' mothers bay Little naked kid it's where I used to play Dad paints the house on the stereo Reggae music plays and it just
Carry on with the countdown Carry on with a gun in hand Carry on with the countdown Carry on in the sinkin' sand Carry on with the countdown Carry on
Dark deep in the trenches Along in the alley jumpin fences Hard rain fall bangs a beat on tin roof Black brick from wall to wall Wet reflection makes
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Everybody knows the general information But that don't mean a thing in any situation Gotta look at it turned around Inside out and upside down Sleepwalking
Declaration, declaration Sufferer shake free Shake the sufferer free The people gather around The people protest The people are kicked to the ground
Cops chase criminals though the subways The less fortunate lie on the tracks It's no wonder they'll amount to nothing They've been told they're just a
Night crawls on old San Juan No person is missing, no one knows I'm gone I'm full of fire, never been better, never been higher Both butcher and the baker
Constantly complain' bout our generation today Turn around and look you helped to make this way The less that you've been there the further they stray
We will be here in the underground Oh, brother, sister, can you feel the sound The simple things that make our world go 'round Underground, the music'
I'm in my right mind when I awake Won't let my mind shake like a quake Don't roll like thunder in your heart Can't let change rearrange or tear you apart
Hear the sound of the drum Radio freedom Hear the crack of the gun Radio freedom See them back up against the wall Radio freedom See them down can't you
Stay alive to see what we do and what will come up next It's quite obvious that you're oblivious You make a breeze complex No one wants to see you out
Hello, in the name of our Father Though we don't share the same mother We know how we will be forever To those who know they are our brother, do not stand
They don't call me this for nothing Clueless to the fact I know something Clueless are the masses They better off staying paranoid They don't know how
Once a part of the ruling elite Now just second class All those things they promised me Now have come to pass I feel like I missed a train or watched
