It's not all my fault again (I can't let go) In spite of you I'm lost again (I still fell down) It's time to show me why I'm fighting The status quo is not a punishment But now it feels like home Let's give all our hands Not again, not another excuse The

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

You've got a friend You just call out my name And you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again Winter, spring, summer or fall All you've got to do is call And I'll be there, yes I will When you're down and troubled And you need some love and

All this life shrouded in a veil Of deception in association But now I will witness thee With unblinding open eyes Judas I bury you in your own blood You only held me down from what I was suppose to be Ascend above the ashes of the world I once knew

Surely then it multiplies One man wakes, awakens another Second one wakes his next door brother Three awake can rouse a town And turn the whole place upside down Many awake will cause such a fuss It finally awakes all of us One man wakes with dawn in his

Rasta man wheel out And know you have it there And come over here Office ease out, don’t you have no fear? Officer ease out and don’t you touch me by my hair I was yadding down the lane And I buck up in a old blue seem And he ask why my eye so red I said

Shot down in flames To be shot down in flames Ain't it a shame (Yow! One, two) Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hand off me And give me plenty of She was standing alone over by the jukebox

Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke

And the earth begins to shake A cacophony of roaring Anxiety growing Cheers to leaving this mortal life behind Sweat begins its downpour A riot we stand for The blackout foreshadows the chaos So raise your voices with me

Give me a pencil and paper, I just want to figure your time Well I'm gonna put it down in black and white, you know I ain't lyin' On the twelfth of April and the year in 19 and 61 On the twelfth of April and the year a 19 and 61 Ya know I watched it, a