Tytuł: Lift your fist

• Wykonawca: Guru
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   [Guru]
  Yeah.. Guru, huh, The Roots
  Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist
  Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon
  (Uhh)
  
  [Chorus: Black Thought]
  To all my people, just lift your fist
  Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
  How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
  Either way you got to lift your fist; we get it down like this
  To all my people, ball up your first
  Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
  How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
  Either way you got to lift your fist
  
  [Black Thought]
  Yo, c'mon
  We livin life close to the edge, don't push
  But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the Cold Crush
  It's kids on the street strapped, huffin that kush(?)
  They eyein the next cat, livin all plush
  I guess frustration make a brother do what he must
  What's the combination that can make a human erupt
  Team leaders gettin mutinied up, who couldn't read
  the signs, thinkin the day and times is (??)
  
  [Guru]
  Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass
  Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past
  Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain
  It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain
  Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered
  Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered
  And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own
  but the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own
  [Chorus]
  
  [Guru]
  Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand
  that somebody do somethin soon, and let's examine
  the facts, behind the violent attacks
  Behind the daily gunplay the cocaine and the crack
  Thug season - what's the reason for the treason?
  Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin
  Take money money make money money money..
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Black Thought]
  Yo - from the time they eyes open til the clock strike death
  Brothers is stressed, walkin 'round holdin they chest
  They got the government surveyin they steps and can't breathe
  They dynamitin them projects to smithereens
  Money comin but them days too few and far between
  You tryin to taste just what the world's offering, ya'mean?
  I seen enough to make a grown man scream
  Brothers thirsty and hongry to get that thing
  
  [Guru]
  Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle
  Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle
  Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped
  Too few role models; just gangsters and pimps
  Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb
  or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun?
  I'm the one - I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier
  Me and The Roots, word up, we takin over
  
  [Chorus] w/ variations (2X)