For difference you destroy. Not letting people live for who they are. Biological diversity. The fear of yourself for who you are. The dissection of rights
, we are the champions, we can't stop 'Cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down By any means necessary, I'mma hold down tradition
stopped callin? their names And she never stopped bein? a Southern woman And she never stopped fightin? for change And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition
type lessons, the sun moon crescent Divine perspective, of the life we live Our time is collective, of this music we give Through the errors of our colorful struggle
turn it off. If there ever was true love for life, it's gone. Where has it gone? Life burns inside our hearts, but we're losing touch. We're losing ground. Traditions
Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about
to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin Bout the soldiers who couldn't make it Take shit forever, that's my position, part of my condition Is to long live the tradition
Great saints , sages and prophets of ancient times Did they not reveal the truth in mad holy rhymes Find myself do I in this line of tradition Ammunition
more humanity less, nothing done Changed in this land of soaked bloodshed. liberty only to an Economic few, patriarchal tradition to economically gaffle you Fool. racism? guilty! thievery? guilty! sexisme? guilty! Executed traditionally
I'm all right I feel real light I don't live a life that's uptight Where there's fight there's struggling I can't walk through the world without offering
under constant threat. Against this background of fear We struggle to create our own authority. While being bludgeoned into conformity We struggle to
ancient or the modern can look back to these heroes of our past. With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will, no tyranny would quell them in their task. worker's struggle
Stacked and berserk, they tower and flail all about Wailing sounds in tongues only ancient Insects would understand or figure out Wild, willing, wenches strutting and struggling
type lessons, the sun moon crescent Divine perspective of the life we live Our time is collective of this music we give Through the errors of our colorful struggle
' to see At an early age so at an early stage in life I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight It cost an arm and a leg just to live on
of a time to be Evolving forth into the light, forging a new destiny Through ice and through snow, though darkness and light, The ferocity of the struggle
our parents made us strong Never abandoned our culture Just been moving it along Technology our tradition Innovation inna the song Now de struggle continues
