Guru - 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