| Lyrics: | I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired of struggalin dog.
I'm tired of struggalin
dog.
The system ain't gonna change,
unless we make it change.
The white is the
rock house,
Uncle Sam is the motha fuckin' pusher man.
What I gotta do to make sure ya
understand?
Spinnin' on the beat-box Timbaland,
What I gotta do?
Kidnap a lil'
take
a melody?
Make it relevant? Hold a harmony hostage
to these people, army verses,
that's
the arms in the churches,
bombs in the purses,
just when you think it's calm on the
surface,
we bomb on the first,
Uncle Tom get nervous and reverse.
Revolutionary curse
words
First come, first served.
It ain't no loss, though,
Freedom cost blood
that's
the word to the mouth bird, nigga.
We need a revolution,
We need a revolution,
The
system ain't gonna change unless we make it change.
(x2)
(Black Power) We need a
revolution, (Army G's)
We need a revolution, (Army G's)
The system ain't gonna change (Army
G's) unless we make it change. (Nigga this that Army G's)
(x2)
Gotta a cure for AIDS
and cancer,
wanna know come follow me now?
Diabetes and citracelli and mad cow wanna know
how?
I can stop these cops from killin',
I can feed these hungry children,
I can stop
racism, a product of cap-it-a-lism.
I can unpack the prisons,
and turn religion back to we
livin'
I can stop the bloods from pillin'
caps
and the crypts from
pillin'
back
and get yo' cousin off crack,
I can stop the war,
that's in the black
hood,
Send the money right back to the po' fo' sho an'
if you with me nigga, let me
know
let's go, i |
