smoke is swirling upward masking The dark side, misanthropy skin deep The dark side, the children of extremes The dark side, will warn a fool indeed
A young man starts a revolution Something must happen today He thinks he's found a solution He gets carried away Darkness coming, best get ready System
say the odds against me are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors in the Children
city is a beehive Its deadly and unfortunately simple One million tree lined streets With branches like haunting arms You've swallowed your revolution
killer will be lighting for pay Into this furnace I ask you now to venture You whom I cannot betray I fought in the old revolution on the side of the
you're not just going up but you're going forward. The clouds are splitting slowly behind you and you've got gray clouds on either side of you and then
the old slave masters in their oppression of the people, because their loyalty was to those who enable them, restored them and kept them in power, they became the bastard children
YOU GONNA PAY THE PRICE VICTORY IS ON MY SIDE, MY CHILDREN OPERATION FOR NEW DOMINATION BLIND FAMILY'S POWER STAB THEM TO DEATH, MY CHILDREN SENSATION
alone Revolution, doesn't mean fightin' in these streets And it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women And, it ain't gonna be no future without the children
will be lighting for pay. Into this furnace I ask you now to venture, you whom I cannot betray. I fought in the old revolution on the side of the ghost
city's bilge Into the alley they sweetp the city's filth The flowers wilt the flowers wilt Don't tell me about no game Cause that is a man And his family Revolution
solution to this revolution, pay close attention Lyrical precision, my mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children
the south side and they overlook the water Some live on the north side and they're looking at the border And those children of the revolution see the
the Final Call As I watch, Babylon fall I had to Rush Limbaugh, get that pig with an axe Tuffy dips to the side, buckin' cannons that's phat Because
All you get is lost children While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions To blast humans in half, into captured arms Only one side is allowed
too good. he'll be living everyday, and loving like we could. and that's Peter's song. late one day on the mountaintop Peter swept down the side. he
microphone attacker Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh Pastor of disaster, I brings it on My Flipmode niggas be like Children