run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green Liberation
This is a call out to all the youth In the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships To all the kids who download This song for free by any means To all
verse 1] Check that soul in Tape is rollin Black dont crack Where the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs
a chance Take a leap Make a modern classic dream It's A Mystery (C) 1980 Sweet'n'Sour Songs Ltd. Other Tracks (C) 1981 Sweet'n'Sour Songs Ltd.
for the gold That they stole Marcus say Black for the people It was looted from They took us away captivity captivity Required from us a song Right
We're liberated by the King, only freedom remains For the people of God, yeah, the people of God We're living in a kingdom that will never end We're living
out of the kitchen 'cause theres something we forgot to say to you. Sisters are doing it for themselves. Yeah Now this is a song to celebrate The conscious liberation
and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives The things we have
have felt their pounding throb. a hundred thousand strong A mighty airborne legion sent to right the deadly wrong But now it's only memory, it only lives in song
the words you use to describe that bruise That's basic language I hitch hike and sang the songs That everybody knew and sang along To amuse myself I wrote some songs
waits for me. Join the army you can see the world I remember this one patrol Been liberating river towns And we picked up the sex skin crawl. We would sing the new leader's song
in America! Life goes by fast in America! Romances last in America! "Sexually harassed" in America! Hits from alternative and pop! Deafening rap songs
I'm living, living, living here alone Alone, lone, I didn't believe it could be You know all the pressure on me, all the time Oh, I'm catching hell, well, well Living
you relax I'll hit your head wit an axe play soccer wit' your brain to make it official slice your jugular vein still writin' songs that my momma
in the street Getting drunk off liberation fuck the Hennessey 'Cause you calmly kept us down for far too long Now you're going up in smoke like Cheech and Chong And the song
really really really good time Take my hand, let's have a blast And remember this moment for the rest of our lives Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives
call, eh When they want to call Nigerian government Them give am name, "Federal Military Government" (Federal Military Government!) For Libya dem give am name, "Liberation Council" (Liberation Council!) For Liberia