DEAD PREZ Ghetto Youths Lyrics
The police is the enemy
[Hook:] Everywhere the white man go he bring misery All throughout history, look it up Everything them bald heads touch they f**k it up Every government he set up, it be corrupt
Dead Prez, people Army, Steve Marley, Ghetto Youth Crew
What you know is who you are, who are you? Do you know who you are in the world? What is your world view? What do you go through?, what has your life showed you? What are you learnin in this so called life? Do you have principle or do you blow with the wind Do you wanna be free but don't know where to begin Do you know your enemy from your friend, even you can It's deep in this scannin the system that keepin us here Will we survive, do you believe, are we afraid Would you rather have control of your life, or be a slave Show me a sign, a pig ain't no homey of mine They own me what's mine, I show you if you loan me your nine I'm only concerned for tables to turn When the people learn the truth about the system, the cities will burn And I stand firm, like Chaka Zulu, these crackers can't stop you Who you?
[Stephen Marley] I'm Crazy, Dem Crazy Just those crazy boys, right and tough
This is what we be waitin for? 21st century we still poor World war, they want me to kill four What happened to the future they always predicted With new science fictional things and space visits I've seen two sides, us against them Police troops ride with four to five men Prison business is boomin, senators grin People searchin for answers, where to begin Capitilism born from the backs of blacks White folks relax, live off the kick backs Gettin work to the bone jo, build this country Further exploided by class to make money Filthy rich capilist with blood loot Use main frames systems to bank and compute With the next technology, credit to the wires Internet growth the man more suppliers Welfare, ederly checks and wage workers All us, elephants trapped in they circus Ain't fightin over man made chips no more When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor
[Stephen Marley] Dem crazy, dem crazy Just those crazy boys, right and tough
[Chorus 2X:] Everything you got, is what you took from me Conditions on my block, just like me and slavery
[Marley sayin more stuff] I'm feelin, oh what I feel
[repeated twice] Where the soldiers at? Where the warriors at? Where the riders at? Where them fighters at?
True soldiers don't die, long live all legends Nocturnal