v.1
The outrage is missing in action
Searching for change w/out sense cuz we�re missin the passion
How do we plan to better ourselves?
feel it in inside, but hard like leather is our shells
don�t worry about whether u fell-
just get back up, let out and spell
letters that spell words of outrage, fire, and disgust
word to explain and discuss
just how you�re full of distrust
lots of love in the streets but this love just isn�t enough�.
v.2
We used to run wit outrage- but out the outrage has ran out
Were erasing stereotypes- but the success wont stand out
Were second class citizens- no secrets in their statements
Unfair trials with juror displacements
Bias judges with so many changes of venue
Say innocent till proven guilty but then u-
Pre-judge not to mention pre jury
And it�s a damn outrage that there aint no fury
We just sit back and take it
Act like we�re mad but the truth is we fake it
Make it seem like our lives will be wasted
If we aint partying or laid back and naked
Face it- were lazy- afraid to look crazy
They say I�m over zealous- but I don�t let it phase me
Maybe it�s their image-they wanna look cool
Maybe they�re indifferent-or maybe they�re just fools
Schools of young minds have been taught the wrong way
Just worry about yourself- that�s what their songs say
Strong praise due to those who live righteous
Cuz some say they have your back- but in your back is where the knife is
Priceless- is the voice of a young rebel
Strong are your actions against all of life�s devils�
v.1
sanctuary or sin?- your still sitten on the fence
so in love with the glamour- you dont see the consequence
dont fall for the sweetness- every pervert spits compliments
but you love wen your on stage- they make u feel confident
you love their eyes on your body- so you start making movies
you love having fans- love having groupies
then the demand gets stronger and the movies more violent
the man's hands more stronger- but u just stay silent
cuz u feel like your loved and feel so respected
plus it feels much better when the sex's unprotected
neglected the effects of sex and now you're infected
never expected to have lesions on your neck- and now you're rejected
but babygirl- this aint the way that it has to be
it's actuality but its so damn sad to see
malevolence exists- its far from a fallacy
living with your eyes closed till you get smacked by reality
v.2
so you found out that the boys think your cute
now its tight shirts, short skirts- with hi heels or boots
showing some skin- but u begin to show more
wearig less clothes- in your mind you're no whore
alreaddy been left back in school- but u couldnt care less
spend the days with the boys- showing off your bare chest
open your legs and have sex just for fun
forgot the bullet proof vest- cuz lust is a gun
much too young- but been made into a mother
no father to your daughter, they'll never spend a day with one another
now with your child there's no time to be educated
maximum hours, minimum wage- all your dreams have faded
but babygirl this aint the way that it has to be
found sexuality- and its so damn sad to see
no need to rush- you're growing up gradually
living with your eyes closed- till u get smacked by reality
v.3
you love to party- love to get hi
run away from your problems- you love to fly
avoiding reality- escaping to fantasy
unaware that there's a growth everytime that u plant a seed
so the need gets greater & the drugs get harder
your addiction gets stronger & the dealers get smarter
expensive habit- but u have to have it
it takes more than magic to avoid the havoc
so you start selling your body- no respect for yourself
went from injecting yourself to infecting yourself
the regret that you felt was absent till u had the gun to your head
looking for fun but instead-you're too young to be dead
but babygirl- this aint the way that it has to be
its actuality- but its so damn sad to see
you'll get worse than a cast wen u crash into catastrophe
living with your eyes closed until you smack into reality
v.1
i saw him on tv speaking of white supremacy
said he was known for hate, but love was his legacy
love only for those who were just like him
said he loved God, and Jesus was a white king
said he wished he had a Jew in front of him- so he could beat him with a bag of bricks
he threw around the "N" word and yelled about fags and spics
never met me, yet hates me, and lives without respect for me
i turnesd the tv off and tried to not let it get to me
v.2
I went into the subway to spend the day downtown
the train wasnt comming but i heard a loud sound
i got to the platform and saw the man form tv
he was dressed in full costume and spoke so freely
the crowd grew larger, his speech became longer
the crowd became angry, his voice became stronger
he yelled for an anglo revolution, and said it was time to slain blacks
just then he was shoved and fell back into the train tracks
v.3
I ran over and i saw that he was barely hurt
I reached down but at first i only grabbed his shirt
I asked for his hand and he couldnt understand why
I asked "Do u want me to save you, or would u rather die"
I looked in his eyes an he began to cry
he tried to say something, but choked on his pride
he turned away from my hand and was met by death
he lived for the hate he was taught until his last breath
v.4
babies are born blind, then the hate is taught
the ability to feel is natural, but to hate is not
some people hate sinners and hate those who hate
but i let God do the judging and give the world a clean slate
cuz u see i might hate the sin, but still love the sinner
the hate may be thick- but never does blood run thinner
our eyes, hair, and skin may be of a different color
and i may disagree with your beliefs- but still ur my brother
v.2
Im Taino Puerto rican and plus half Dominican
i never knew the words hispanic and criminal were synonyms
im sitting in a hole that i was placed in at birth
so hard to dig myself out- might as well be erased form the earth
in black and white scenes im barely even seen
in black and white dreams im kinda in between
of existance and never even existing
got alot to say but no one is ever listening
no one ever wants to hear when i have something to say
so i speak thru the music- my thoughts running away
we grew up in ghettos- streets filled with poverty
dremt of better days- but never had a dollar to play the lottery
started at the bottom- and for that we're criticized
but i plan to rewrite stereotypes, and never epitomize
we call ourselves precious, but act like there's a crack in the pearl
either the world has your back, or u have your back to world
my hair is dark like your sight wen ur eyes are closed
my eyes just as dark but they shine cuz they're my window
I look and i see my skin- the color of the bark on an oak tree
I've seen my mother constantly pre-judged, but hopefully i wont be
i have nothing but sympathy for racists wen they curse at me
you tell me how life would be if there were no diversity
whats the spectrum of life without hindus and chinks?
whats the spectrum of life without niggers and spics?
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