When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

For they always bring me tears I can't forgive the way they rob me All the snow has turned to water Christmas days have come and gone Broken toys and faded colors Are all that's left to linger on I hate graveyards and old pawn shops Of my childhood

Yeah, the locals tell the stories keeping the heroes alive They turn down town upside down, they live to have the time of their lives The night ain't over yet and, man, I hope I get To have a drink with the locals tonight Yeah, the locals, they're the

Well come on back and try to get some today Well somebody's gonna do it again Gonna make me turn against all of my friends So you better have something damn worthy to say Who told ya, who told ya They're growing dope everywhere around the block Somebody

They'll try to twist and turn and try to drown me out But that won't change my mind If I'm honest, I'm not afraid to die Not afraid to live, not afraid to try If I'm honest, you couldn't change my mind Couldn't break me down So don't waste your time If

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up Can't believe they tried to play us Run a check and tell' em pay up Its all business ain't no favors Summer comin' better save up Going up like elevators Ya, ya (Honorable C-note) Turn them headphones up Cruz

This is my indictment of your beliefs This is my indictment of what you hold dear Invoke the name and watch the masses turn on us For fear that I embody what you fear Eyes fill with hatred When they fall upon me You worship gods of violence and bigotry

For my battle symphony When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony All the world in front of me If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together Battle symphony Please just don't give up on me And my eyes are wide awake

Turn all the lights on! A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah A-a-a-a-a-a-a I need some lights, it's way too dark Oh yeah I'm going in They need to turn up the lights Put your hands up if you're going hard Okay okay I'm with my friends Let the party begin

Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on