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Tytuł: The Power Of Equality

  • Wykonawca: Red Hot Chili Peppers
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  I've got a soul
  That can not sleep
  At night when something
  Just ain't right
  Blood red
  But without sight
  Exploding egos
  In the night
  Mix like sticks
  Of dynamite
  Red black or white
  This is my fight
  Come on courage
  Let's be heard
  Turn feelings
  Into words
  American equality
  Has always been sour
  An attitude
  I would like to devour
  My name is peace
  This is my hour
  Can I get
  Just a little bit of power
  
  The power of equality
  Is not yet what it ought to be
  
  [chorus]
  It fills me up like a hollow tree
  The power of equality
  
  Right or wrong
  My song is strong
  You don't like it
  Get along
  Say what I want
  Do what I can
  Death to the message
  Of the Ku Klux Klan
  I don't buy supremacy
  Media chief
  You menance me
  The people you say
  Cause all the crime
  Wake up motherfucker
  And smell the slime
  Blackest anger
  Whitest fear
  Can you hear me
  Am I clear
  My name is peace
  This is my hour
  Can I get
  Just a little bit of power
  
  [chorus]
  
  I've got tapes
  I've got c.d.'s
  I've got my Public Enemy
  My lilly white ass
  Is tickled pink
  When I listen to the music
  That makes me think
  Not another
  Motherfuckin' politician
  Doin' nothin' but something
  For his own ambition
  Never touch
  The sound we make
  Soul sacred love
  Vows that we take
  To create straight
  What is true
  Yo he's with me
  And what I do
  My name is peace
  This is my hour
  Can I get
  Just a little bit of power
  
  [chorus]
  
  Madder than a motherfucker
  Lick my finger
  Can't forget
  'Cause the memory lingers
  Count 'em off quick
  Little piccadilly sickness
  Take me to the hick
  Eat my thickness
  I've got a welt
  From the Bible belt
  Dealing with the hand
  That I've been dealt
  Sitting in the grip
  Of a killing fist
  Giving up blood
  Just to exist
  Rub me wrong
  And I get pissed
  No I can not
  Get to this
  People in pain
  I do not dig it
  Change of brain
  For Mr. Bigot
  Little brother do you hear me
  Have a heart oh come get near me
  Misery is not my friend
  But I'll break before I bend
  What I see is insanity
  Whatever happened to humanity