Verse 1] Freedom/ And justice for humanity/ To all my/ Sunburned
children of Third World kountries/ All stand together til forever/ Or
whenever we receive/ Our given right to human decency/ Cause…
Chorus] There/ No be no other way/ To go about/ It/ If/ We want to
better ourselves/ We must confront/ Him. Me’ll/ Be di won in di/ Front
from di belly of di beast/ With dem burral of mi/ Pump lying right
between him teeth/ Screaming, I/ Will ride for him people/ No matter
what/ Then all that dem rightfully deserve/ I/ Will ride for him people/
No matter what/ Comes me way at all
Verse II] This is a special occasion/ For all the strugglin Haitians/
You’ll forever be remembered/ Just like them northern Asians/ Caucasians
from Ireland/ And people of Palestine/ Camel riding niggas baring arms
for a little/ Land. The struggle to survive/ Is a struggle to survive/
So your vision is my/ Vision, we’ll all struggle to survive/ I grew up
in the/ Projects, Third World conscience/ Killin niggas for that mean
green mind/ Set. Battle of the rich and poor, I’m posted up with/ The
poor, advocating/ For some social justice and the end/ of WAR. On all/
Of my people. Ain’t we all equal? Black/ White, Yellow, Red, Brown, WE
all/ Equal! Til we make/ It, catch me at the/ U.S. borders knockin
walls/ Down. For my/ Border brotha. Like them northern Brothas, I’m re/
Forming brothas to stop shootin/ Brothas [Chorus]
Verse III] Everyday/ Mi see di struggle/ Of mi poor folks trying to
si-vive/ Keeping i’float/ In di sea of destruction/ No progression in
site/ Babies killing/ Babies, hostile social attitudes/ Stocking up on/
Human cattle just to get one/ Buck/ Or two. What has/ Our most beautiful
world come/ To? Di democratic imperialistic world/ View. Capitalist/
Pile nukes to di stars/ But dey can’t get/ Di equipment to get into di
heart/ Of yi hungery/ Citizen cast out by society/ Living in/ Poverty
where’s dem democracy [Chorus]
Verse IV] Shot’s been/ Fired. Out goes yo night/ Lights children of di
sun bring the flame to di street/ Life – The world/ Starvin but rich
people eatin/ Call me Robin/ Hood cause we about to start eatin/ You
seen Amerikkkan Gangsta? I’m Frank Locus – Handin/ Chickens to the FOLKS
grassroots/ Movement, seven/ Twenty-six Growth and Development/ Three
sixty/ Two times we remain relevant/ Power to the/ Who? – I’ma let the
people finish/ It, cause you ain’t really/ Shit if you ain’t got support
from none/ Of them. Grindin and/ Bustin, shinin and hussalin/ BPP!/
That’s the end of discussion [Chorus]
