V.2
they wonder why i act angry
i got my hands behind my back so u can backhand me
its not a moot point officer- your point is mute
mutiny i yell instead of silence- and then u point and shoot
short temper with short pay- cause rage in the streets
we rage agnst machines- but anyone who waves'll get beat
the hate is so thick - u cant read between the blood lines
so i peacefully try to bring armisitce to the young minds
but i suppose the police are prone to provoke me
my prose will proceed to promote the pro-peace
i propose a non-violent approach
but wen oppressors oppose- the riots will grow
dont call it defience- call it defense
i wont fall into silence- the will to survive is intense
war in the world-we're afraid to explore
blame it on the violence-blame it on the gore
our minds are burnt out- our bodies are sore
bodies laying on the ground- and no body is sure-
who caused it- its common- its all happended before
millions of civilian's blood spilled on the floor
poor blame it on the rich- rich blame on the poor
no peace in the streets- and they blame it on the war
the cycle revolves, the fighting evolves
dying for pride cuz life is the price to resolve
war is a game and death is defeat
play till we die- then we rest in deceit
pay for it with your life- and dont get no receit
see your seeds grow- and the mess will repeat
the over-zelous and brave will fight- the rest will retreat
but the fighting continues as long as your chest has a beat...
V.1
they say america's beautiful- yeah she's a prom queen
pretty as can be-but the truth is she bombs dreams
standing under the sun with no understanding
we teach the life of the kennedy's but dont teach Fred Hampton
he made amercian law look ridiculous- so they killed hime as he lay in his sleep
now we glorify slave master presidents everyday of the week
were once ardent but we lost our passion
american history lies in the blood of George Jackson
not george washington- founding father of american slavery
Underground Revolution- i tell the Weathermen to wait for me
war overseas- but we bring the war home
fight till i die- body full of sore bones
some of you talk it- but dont wanna be it
yell out for mutiny- but dont wanna see it
they say we're free to speak- but can speak for free
gotta pay if u oppose government- and defeat's the fee
equality does not mean seperation
but jim crowe believed in segragation
america- the land of false history
she eats her children- and then calls it a victory
say we honor war veterans- but they all live in misery
text books incomplete- and they'er all contradictory
america bought its soul with hitler's gold
and then they kept control with CoIntel-Pro
V.2
sat in a corner by himself-they said he smelled funny
his napsack and clothes full of holes- his parents had no money
he never said a word- for years he was silent
yet he wore all black so they feared he was violent
but he was born passive- his nature very caring
they tried to provoke him- in the hallways they would scare him
continually pushed around by the rich kids and jocks
so he began comming to skool with a switchblade in his sock
up came a preppy and started calling him names
he was shoved by the shoulders- and couldnt refrain
felt his insides burning like a microwave
alot of unreleased anger- so he jumped on him and sliced away
in just seconds he threw his life away
but i guess thats the price u pay
when you're constantly abused and have used up your patience
now he faces the death sentence without questions or statements
I Am... HisPanic
I AM... HisPanic2
Young Rebel
(toilet is backed up, sorry)