: This isn't a revolution I'm sad to say It's time for me to meet my friends today Because I've lost so many hours talking on the phone I don't know
This isn't a revolution I'm sad to say. It's time for me to meet my friends today. Because I've lost so many hours talking on the phone. I don't know
This isn't a revolution I'm sad to say It's time for me to meet my friends today Because I've lost so many hours talking on the phone I don't know why
Übersetzung: Raised Fist. Another Day.
hear it.." [Verse Two] Pump ya fists like this Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed To the sell-outs, livin it up One way or another you'
Hollar if Ya Hear me Pump ya fists like this Hollar if ya hear me (pump, pump) if ya pissed To tha sell-outs livin' it up One way or another you'll
name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do ya get? Another day
crippled in their fear Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the
: [Music and Lyrics by Sielck] Another wasted night ahead another wasted day stuck in a dead end with a monster in your head feeding on your energy
is knowing how to break the locks i hate to say when blue skies are turning gray ante-up, son, its time to get paid raise a fist or get the fuck out
: Yeah.. yo.. c'mon Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere [Xzibit] My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up,
: OUTRAGE!! [Brother J] Blood to the concrete, tears to soil And here's another word to make the other man foil War, raised on your planet to a caveboy
and a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't getcha, then the left one will Sixteen tons and what do ya get? Another day
pain black girl Momma said that the day's like this Momma said that the day's like this Momma yeah momma said That the day's like this Momma said every day
My poisonous is released, gas from the canister Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it's axis I make a good day move slow like molasses Welcome
rays Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot
a call and a plea for unity Black is back, uplift and be free Keep pushin', our movement moves on So strong, now With a raised fist I resist I don't
