Stand your ground Don’t let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Don’t let their fears make you afraid Yesterday I told my sons, "Sometimes the bad guys win" And that it made me scared about the world that we live in But I had to reassure them

Won't let the bastards grind me down I'm bold, I'm strange Won't let their fears make me afraid There's hope, we'll change I'll stand my ground The strands of memories spread like webs of cold Along my skin I feel the frost taking its hold Burning up, my

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands The bleeding hearts and the artists Make their stand And when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall,

Don't stand aside! While people make demands At first they'll take your liberties Then tie them 'round your hand When time goes by some day you'll find Their words are your command These times won't last and once they're gone they don't come back Well

Scared money don’t make money, so what you scared for? And real people do real things, so what you waiting for? And real G’s do what they want, don’t ever think twice A stand up nigga stand up the rest of their lives (Yeah) Uh, it go, one for the money