United we stand, united we fight
For what we believe in and our for rights
Me and my friends, we have a band
We have a voice and we take a stand
When the rebels are mad and they’re looking for you
There is no place to hide
You better watch out ‘cause we’re coming tonight
Run mother****er, run
In Beverly Hills you can hear the chink
But down in the ghetto the poverty stinks
A ten year old boy he’s sniffing glue
There is not much left for him to do
| |
