Lift Your Fist

Yeah Guru huh The Roots Yeah c'mon y'all uh lift your fist Uhh yeah lift your fist c'mon To all my people just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist we get it down like this To all my people ball up your first Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist Yo c'mon We livin life close to the edge don't push But this ain't eighty three and it's not the Cold Crush It's kids on the street strapped huffin that kush They eyein the next cat livin all plush I guess frustration make a brother do what he must What's the combination that can make a human erupt Team leaders gettin mutinied up who couldn't read the signs thinkin the day and times is Indeed we blast refuse to kiss ass Quick fast ready to mash cause of a bugged out past Swallow the pain follow the mental terrain It takes a hell of a man nowadays to maintain Garments bloodstained face bruised and battered Our eyes reflect the agony of dreams that were shattered And they love it when we wild out and kill our own but the greater responsibility yes is still our own To all my people just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist we get it down like this To all my people ball up your first Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist Uhh worldwide famine ghetto people demand that somebody do somethin soon and let's examine the facts behind the violent attacks Behind the daily gunplay the cocaine and the crack Thug season what's the reason for the treason Everybody's gotta eat some gotta resort to thievin Take money money make money money money To all my people just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist we get it down like this To all my people ball up your first Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist Yo - from the time they eyes open til the clock strike death Brothers is stressed walkin 'round holdin they chest They got the government surveyin they steps and can't breathe They dynamitin them projects to smithereens Money comin but them days too few and far between You tryin to taste just what the world's offering ya'mean I seen enough to make a grown man scream Brothers thirsty and hongry to get that thing Too many tears of pain too many years of struggle Too many drops of blood too many problems to juggle Too few jobs available too few schools equipped Too few role models just gangsters and pimps Will you succumb will your heart grow numb or will you save the world and use your mind like a gun I'm the one I turn a stick up kid to a soldier Me and The Roots word up we takin over To all my people just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist we get it down like this To all my people ball up your first ain't no peace no justice How you want it the bullet or the microchip To all my people just lift your fist How you want it ain't no peace no justice the bullet or the microchip Either way you got to lift your fist we get it down like this