BUILD BRIDGES NOT WALLS
Human Rights for all
Support immigration
Stop corporate greed
They send the jobs overseas
No human being is illegal
The land doesn't have lines
Only social constructs do
Immigrants are people
They were once me and you
Labels are used to divide us apart
An arbitrary thing founded on humanity
We are all one people
Break down the walls and barriers
All walls must fall
(from Palestine to Mexico..)
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A LETTER TO PALESTINE
Children of Palestine your sorrow and pain
It echoes to the land of the West
They may strip your land
Burn your history books and burn your poems
(Yet, we will stay in solidarity to fight against
the oppressive lies)
People of Palestine let the world know
to not to fall asleep
Ethnical cleansing, jailing to exile
from your own homeland
No one if free when others are oppressed
(Yet, we will stay in solidarity to fight against
the oppressive lies)
Mothers of Palestine
we will march with you in solidarity
mourn with you
pray with you, cry with you and
continue to listen to you
You have not been forgotten
People of Palestine you have been
inspiration to the struggle
The beautiful struggle that will bloom
more flowers, open new doors, and people
will one day know the truth
Because the truth will set humanity free...
Colonization is injustice
Resistance to all illegal occupations x2
Unity & Solidarity with all indigenous resistance x2
(“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed,
and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” - Malcolm X)
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POEM
I am the abandoned spawn of invention, suckling at the breast of technology. In a corporate
science fiction sumulacrum, my heritage has been evaporated into a mist I cannot grasp. I am
crashing the windshield of reality into the abyss of existencial abandon and political delirium.
I see in my video eyes, undocumented souls in a countdown for state execution. I, the reflection
of what you want to see in me, the target of your premeditated violence, the model token, the
educated alien, The victim of your forked tongue, crucifying demon stretching out my limbs to
touch the edge of a world filled with undergroundracism and political hatred. My life has no
redemption value for your bigotry. You filthify my existence by making me the axis for your woes.
We, the raw genetic mutation of global assimilation, surviving the ideological chlorine of a
brainwash. We, the catalist, the synthesizers, refusing to isolate our brains from our souls, our
hearts, from our genitals, our dreams from the worlds. We resist fragmentation, deconstruction,
alienation. We the burning montage of memories and dreams living in a cold shadows, shuffling
along the crust of civilization. We have below zero identities, in an apocalyric countdown. We
mutate, we change, we transform, breathe in and out. Resincarnating from womb to womb, shape
by the forces of life, we blink between centuries, photocopying ourselves. Our presense is an
illusion of our sense swimming against the collective stream of conciousness.
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INSURRECTIONIST DEED
Punk for us was a vision of growth
A movement for change
A dream to break free
This chance to take part
In the larger world
And challenge its roles of oppression
I was inspired by the bands in this scene
Who expressed the concerns of imbalance
We've used slogans and images to protest injustice
Yet it takes action to back the word
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
It is important that we
Take these messages as inspiration
But it can be a danger to paint some as leaders
When they are capable of being opportunists
No one is perfect in this struggle
And we must learn from our mistakes
Yet we have to be critical of those who would
Use this for their glory
We do this because of an unfailing belief!
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
And now, as we have watched this movement develop,
Punk has split into two
One side values image and profit
While we struggle to build something new
It is sad to see that some view rebellion
As only limited to reactionary action
They disrupt our contribution to freedom and liberation
Their only goal is to be a pointless sensation!
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
It is an inspiration to see that anarcho-punks in Mexico are working with the Zapatistas.
Publications like Profane Existence have been promoting an international punk movement. We
are even moving beyond this subculture to work within a larger society and commit ourselves to
multicultural organizing, connecting ourselves to other subcultures of rebellion, and promoting
the concepts of mutual aid, solidarity and revolution.
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APOCALYPTIC PRISON STRUGGLE
The solidarity of the streets must extend beyond to those arrested.
We must prove to these freedom fighters that they will never be ignored.
(ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. To these people who
have committed to challenging injustice
Let us put an end to our privileged, sectarian squabbles.
Regardless of the label the fight is for Liberation!
(ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Do not forget the
inhumane condition, the despair of ultimate repression
It takes more than writing letters, we have to fundraise and rally; we have to educate the public;
we have to study the role of prisons
(ch)This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Regardless of
political difference these people cannot be abandoned.
Psychological torture, humiliation, and inhuman abuse. Isolated in cells deprived of life.
Their families destroyed at the hands of state.
Rougher times for activist because they’re a threat. The struggle must continue strong for the
liberation. Free the prisoners, ALF, ELF, revolutionaries
The state repression must be dealt with Until all are free, liberation or death!
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IDENTITY HATRED
We came to this land in search of a dream
But we were told we didn't belong
We fled the oppression of poverty
Just to end up in the belly of the beast
Identity Hatred / your erased away x4
We slowly stop speaking our culture
We slowly lose our native tongue
Our children forget our history
Left behind in the land of the east
Identity Hatred/ your erased away x4
This is not a separatist or nationalist song / It's about keeping our cultural spirit alive / We must
understand when people wish to study their culture and speak their own language / The door
should be open to anyone who wishes to learn about other cultures / And we must fight against
the prejudice of The "English speaking only" attitude
Some change their names / Are you so ashamed of your identity / That you hid for so long /
Assimilation / Sell your culture for the dream of the west / Hatred if your own identity / Hatred of
your own people / Our Asian history books are dusted / Our culture is slowly being erased
Identity Hatred/ your erased away x4
(The song Identity Hatred is relevant to a lot of Asian Americans. I have also been a victim of this
too. In the early days when I first came to America I was getting sucked into Western culture. If
you notice many Asians start to change their names to ones like John, Dave, Tim, Nancy, etc.
instead of using their original birth given names like Chang, Won, Kim, etc. then you are
witnessing identity hatred. A lot of times we change our names because people keep miss
pronouncing the names or make fun of the way they sound; what happens is that we end up
feeling ashamed about it. What makes me very sad is that some people change their whole last
name to a Western English name. People have the right to do what ever they want with their life
style but I believe that it is very sad to kill our birth given name. Also, after living in America for a
long time, I sometimes forget that I am Asian. This happens to many Asian Americans. Once we
are here for a long time we think that we are white. As time goes by we slowly stop speaking our
language and slowly stop knowing about our culture. I think that all culture and languages are
beautiful and people should not let them die out. When I was living in Ventura for 6 months I
joined a local Asian American Club that met at Ventura College. There was also the Black
Student Union and the Mecha Club (Mexicano Students). Now a lot of white students think that
these are separatist groups. Sometimes I do not under stand why people get scared when
people of color get together. The reason I joined the Asian American Club was because I wanted
to speak Korean to other Korean friends so I wouldn't forget my language, as well as to study
about my own history. But our club was not for Asians only. The door was open to anyone who
was interested no matter what race they were. All other cultural groups should have the door
open to everyone regardless of what race they are so people can learn. Like I said before all
cultures are beautiful and people should not forget where they are from.)
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ASSIMILATION
Welcome to Amerikkka a land contaminated by the brainwashed masses a land based on white
skinned privilege. Cultural genocide, killing ourselves slowly, not knowing who we are inside.
Ashamed to speak our native tongue, stripping ourselves of our birth given name.
And now the reflection in the mirror no longer looks the same, slowly we change, conform,
assimilate.
Our culture, history that was once so beautiful, is now replaced with self-hatred.
To abandon your culture and absorb an existing
culture is assimilation; it is form of cultural genocide
it is process that produces an identity
that is shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak
where the practicing of traditions and heritage are lost
lost and hidden away deep in your soul
Where one becomes eager to re-identify
identity with an existing dominant culture
a culture that is based on the bill and red, white, and blue
where one becomes reluctant and embarrassed
to speak their ancestral language is assimilation
to be ashamed of the way you look; to alter your features is assimilation
So welcome to Amerikkka a land filled with shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak
that have abandoned all that their ancestors have struggle for,
died for and have been massacred for
a melting pot of a product brainwashed and shrink-wrapped
bar-coded and ready for the new millenium
Changing your name to an Amerkkinan name is assimilation
to deny who you are and where you come from is assimilation
to be ashamed of the way you look, and to alter your feature is assimilation!
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NEEDS
(As the wind blew destruction through the city, trees collapsed and people picked up their eyes to
find specs of dust, scratching their vision of the true meaning. Mother and children will be angry
till the end. Sincerity or no sincerity rage will continue, continue until liberation)
Apathy and greed is what we don't need
destroy their capitalist schemes
People want to live
and not to be raped
of all their money
We need to stand up
Stand up for whats right
FIGHT BACK!
Against the corporations
That suck us dry
They feed off our needs
The need to buy
Don't buy from the
corporations that destroys
the human race.
Cutting down the rain forest and hating another race.
Its like a whirlpool
It goes round and round
Until someone pulls the plug
For it go down
GO DOWN!
There is a lot of corruption
But lets start a commotion
Demonstrate and eliminate
Boycott the greed and
the destruction they feed on
For a safer world and
a place of total autonomy
Do what you think
And what you think is right
Boycott the greed for a
more live able place
Boycott and demonstrate x4
To survive!
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EVERY LAST LIFE
(Every Last Life please help the voiceless Animals)
Humans hunt, kill, torture, main, eat, dissect and destroy animals.
Yet, the animals have done nothing to deserve their living hell. Humans cannot be content in
destroying animals. They must go and destroy other human through war.
Yes, they still aren't pleased with the harm they cause. And the death they bring to other
humans and animals. They still have not learn their lesson.
They must kill and destroy till there is nothing left, till no life remains. They destroy our earth not
knowing that all the evil they do now will destroy her beauty for eternity.
(Theirs something we could all do about it!)
It seems some humans cannot be content with their own life. They must snatch from others their
lives. It makes no sense at all. Why would they choose death, pain and suffering. When life,
respect and love are on the other side.
They must kill and destroy till there is nothing left till no life remains. They won’t be satisfied till
every last life is taken from this earth.
(Stop the torture, Stop the Death, Free the Animals and Support the A.L.F.)
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DHORUBA BIN WAHAD
(This is a song about Richard Moore now known as Dhoruba Bin Wahad. He was in prison for 19
years for a crime he didn't commit. He was framed by Counter Intelligence Program. It's important
that we support political prisoners. Because if we don't one day you might be a political prisoner
and their will be no movement to support you)
Locked inside the dungeon
Souls separated by concrete cages
Desperate for human contact
Desperate for what once was
Now forced to serve hard time
Compliments of the dirty hands
That robbed him due to his beliefs
His faith in mankind and the human spirit
Framed by CoIntelPro
This is the cost of faith
Physical and mental abuse
Their batons against his skull
Their ignorant words against his heart
Their eye always upon him
Waiting for the chance
To attack him once again
Prison politics -- definition of racism
And as the headline reads
In persuading attempts
That this man is your enemy
And so the threats began to fly
From the very souls as well
Enslaved within this hell: The prison complex
Like a dog without a home
The guard besides the door glares upon his family
In disgust and self righteously assumed superiority
How can he from within this dirty place
Bring his eye to look
Into the eyes on the other side of the plexi-glass
It feels like manhood stolen away
Where did it go? When did it go?
Framed by CoIntelpro
He spoke. "Prison, the ultimate form
Of human torture."
So desperate for his spiritual connection
Outside his prison walls
He continues, "Human Beings
Need each other to grow"
Alone, drowning inside the insane thoughts
That begins to fill the head of a being
Who is enslaved within the concrete walls, steel bars
"There were times I woke up crying
In the silence of the night."
Nothing but time
To search the roots of how
Human nature could have concluded
To come to this place
Framed by CoIntelPro
Where in forgetting the privilege
Of their own free hands
Locked chains around their fellow man
His young life, his dignity
Thoughtlessly tossed away
"His crime?" the children ask
He fed the hungry
Drove away the drug dealers
Fought against hypocrisy, police brutality
Framed by CoIntelPro
19 years -- injustice served
But his struggle became all the stronger
Could we ever understand the pain he suffered?
Beaten, tortured, abused
But his struggle grew
His spirit soaring-above
The evil systems strikes to tear him down
Framed by their false charges
Hastily dreamt up in fear of his power
"Free at last" we cry out loud
For finally he walks the street again
Choosing to continue where his work
Last left off many years ago
Dhoruba Bin Wahad
He is the spirit of the people
(The original Black Panther Party have been a big influence for Resist and Exist because of their
community work. In the late 60's Panthers had been targeted by the FBI and had their lives
destroyed, were killed, jailed or exiled. However, Dhoruba and his group went underground and
continued their political work with the Black Liberation Army. They took direct action to take
drugs off the streets, and even sometimes punished the drug dealers. Please check out a film
called: "Passin’ It On" directed by Jon Valadez)
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BETRAY OUR MOTHER (EARTH)
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from building weapons
For the wars they wage
First killing with their missiles and later with their waste
Buried in the soil or dumped in the sea
Later seeped out poisoning you and me!
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cares nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from logging old growth for it's lumber
What happened next? Did you ever wonder?
Fallow land, erosion, mudslides in their wake
Or maybe a new road or shopping mall in it's place
Corporate giant so far removed,
Thinking you'll never breathe the fumes...
or maybe you'll simply "reproduce"
Clean air and water for us to use...
Will you sell it to the masses and be sure to make it scarce?
Watching us fight for a breath of air?
Right now you may live upstream,
But one day you will finally see
That everything you'll ever do
Eventually all comes back to you...
The winds will change and they always do,
And not even your money can save you.
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from the killing animals in factory farms
To maximize profit with no regard to the harm
They cause to our health, the animals and the earth
Just churching our birth and death like clockwork
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from tobacco that poison our lungs
Using harmful pesticides just to save a buck
Carcinogens and chemicals keep people addicted
Polluting the soil and all that grows in it!
Cancer is the death sentence
Handed down to us by those who did not care,
Whose waste seeped into our soil, water, and air.
Now we must attempted to clean up the mess.
Why must we pay for their ignorance and negligence?
They have made money at the expense of generation to come,
And now our children must pay the price
For all the damage we have done.
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THE WOMEN SONG (Media Children)
The deciding factor of a woman's plight/ left up to men with no sight to a woman's mind or a
woman's soul/ He controls, she is controlled/
They control our bodies, decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/ Their hate for women
and the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
Control our bodies decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/Their hate for women and
the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
It's not often thought of and its usually dismissed/ So its up to us to show it exists/ We've pushed
it all under tucked it deep inside/ But the damage it does isn't easy to hide/
Women deal with it everyday/ the pain it cause won't go away/ It grows stronger with every
breath/ The end result is emotional death/
We learn to live with it, we choose to pretend/ Hoping in our ignorance the pain will end/ If we
deny the anger, deny the pain/ The hatred we feel will drive us insane/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny our
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny the
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain/
Control our bodies decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/Their hate for women and
the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
Songs are sung and that's a start/ But it doesn't change what's in our hearts/ Words are said and
the lyrics rhyme/ but the pain we feel doesn't lessen in time/ Women deal with it everyday/ the
pain it cause won't go away/ It grows stronger with every breath/ The end result is emotional
death/
Men make laws and women abide/ We feel so helpless we run and hide/ It's not only our rights
being stolen away/ But a bit of each of us is lost everyday/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny the
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain
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Sadness Sorrow Despair Pain
Gaze into my aged, teary eyes
What is it that you see?
A life filled with regrets...
A life based on enslavement...
Afraid...AFRAID
To wake up, open my eyes, and speak.
...SCREAM...
I'm screaming but no one hears...or cares,
Cares about the old..aged minds of yesterday.
That once were so brilliant...
My thought now only bring tears to my eyes,
constrictions to my throat,
and fading memories to my conscious mind.
Hopes and dreams were discarded long ago,
Years of physical and mental suffering are forgotten,
Thrown away, disposed, and recycled, for the next generation.
I have no triumphant stories to capture your attention,
to make you listen...
I only have scars to show all of the hard work that I have endured,
endured for survival,
survival of the fittest they say...
Well, in this world survival is based on money, greed, jealousy,
Money Greed Jealousy Power...Money Greed Jealousy Power
and CONTROL
Control by manipulation,
my mind, body, and soul have been denied life,
sacrificed for survival
Slave away an entire life, in order to survive,
and now in the end I am no longer useful in today's standards,
so the chain still remain,
and the sad fact is that they always will,
Until something evolves out of the stagnance of your mind
and you see me for who i am
a human being,
that is old but wise,
that has a heart, and cries
that aches and yearns
and throughout all of this I have learned
to be thankful for each breath that i take
for come one day I may never wake
because dying and death can come at any time
and this thought festers in my mind.
So i must hear that I am loved much
Because we will grow old some day
and all of your sacrifice will be forgotten too
and all of your hopes and dreams will be shattered
and all of your memories will be yellow pictures,
in a photo album
and come that day you will remember
what you did, or what you didn't do
and you will live with the regret
So in the meantime we must rely on how we live in our hearts,
and hope that all that is sacrificed, will be remembered.
in your eyes will I always remain
another sad story, thrown into the wind
another aged wrinkle face, that doesn't exist in your eyes
another weak, fragile body, that only moves slow
another senile mind, that only tells the same old stories?
For I am only a warm body waiting to turn cold
Sadness Sorrow Despair Pain
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ECHOES OF SORROW
The wind with stories blew to my ears
I picture darkness with dead dried trees
A lost boy standing alone in the cold
The pain and confusion you went through..
People try to give you advice
As if they were speaking a different language
For the words mean nothing to you
It didn't ease the pain or cure the woes
You left behind a dead dried branch
Blowing away with past discomfort memories
The wind will carry your echo of sorrow
Your hurt and your anger flows away
Taking all your sadness to the other side
As your heart stops with a last beat
Why now do we care
Why now do we cry
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SELF DESTRUCT
No one’s around, you’re all alone.
Abandoned you stand in the cold unknown.
Miserable, lost and confused afraid to struggle on.
Learn to take your life in your hands. Change the life, do what you can.
Holding on to your pain will only hurt you more.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. Hatred only stains your heart.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. You can only destroy yourself.
Don’t worry what others say. Wounds with words push you away.
How we torture with words when we should say we care.
Time to stop and open our eyes. Share the feelings, joy we’d find.
Break away from the hate before it kills your soul.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. Hatred only stains your heart.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. You will only destroy yourself
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Sung Lee's Reflection:
As I stand before this mirror
I am afraid of what I will see
of who and what I will become
of the person that stands before me
Blink once - Blink twice
I no longer see myself
I see my fathers eyes
His aging face stands before me
Oh father be strong
Your war is over
Though your nights are long
Soon you will see the sun
And the children play again
oh father be still
My mother is gone
She had found comfort in the arms of
another one
The days will turn into years
But I will always be here
oh father be silent
Your eyes scream all the pain you have inside
i hear you, yet you never cry
A man should be brave and have pride
never questions, never ask why?
As i stand before this mirror
I am no longer afraid of what i see
of who and what i have become
of the person that stands before me
Blink once Blink twice
I see myself
In my fathers eyes
His aging face no longer stands before me
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BEYOND THE SHADOWS
Liberation for all fragile minds
Strength and fortitude combined
Inner peace to heal our souls
Hampered by these mortal feelings - I strive for tranquility
Pacific mind paired with violent expression
I attempt to let go and just walk away
While inside I thrash left and right
My heart wrenched and crippled
Liberation for all fragile minds
Strength and fortitude combined
Inner peace to heal our souls
The thorns of swallowed roses
cut my throat and the blood flows
These weak emotions I refuse to embrace
Won't make the same mistakes again
Time to move on and just let it go
I resist turning back to behold the dark shadows
Aggression, oppression, obsession
Refuse to engage in emotional games
Refuse to dwell on this evil, negative plane
Feelings of enmity propel down my throat
Bridled rage painted upon my face
Pure animosity burns within my heart
It rained and poured blood from my eyes
Feelings too complex to define with mere words
an excruciating past to relive
Liberation for our bodies and souls
Transformation of our hearts and minds
Peaceful change begin with you and me
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VOICES OF DISSENT
Voices of dissent
Drugged up, looking for the end
No answer for the one
Who want to defend
The rights of human
From evil men
Voices of dissent you claim to fight oppression
And educate the public
But how can you be taken so seriously
When you abuse yourself with drugs
You refuse to buy into big corporations
While your buying drugs from the street
You put the money into dealers hands
While they spread dope disease to young children
Just like the children in other lands
Abused by corporations you want to ban
Drugs mean big profit like
The profit used to ruin peoples lives x2
Sending them to overcrowded prisons
The dealers don't care if their selling to kids
When people are hooked on drugs like crack, cocaine
The monster creeps out of them
When the money runs out to support their habit
They will lie, cheat and steal to keep their habit going
Drugs unlock the beasts in some causing them
Not to talk in human form
Theirs minds strung out because of boredom
Escaping from problems
Feeling sorry for themselves
Just to cop-out
It's time to heal, to think straight
Stop feeling depressed and sorry for yourself
Stay strong, think positive, there is a future
Only you have control of your own life
You can't keep waiting for someone to help you
It's time to help yourself by loving yourself
How do you plan to love and help others
When you abuse yourself
It's time to heal, it's time for us to open
Our hearts and be for real
Time for listening, time for caring
Time for loving yourself
Be strong, think positive
There is a future
Don't let depression get you down
it's much harder to live than die
Killing yourself is giving up in life
It's easy to escape life's uncertainty
Through the drugs on the street
Death is unavoidable
The challenge is to live
To survive through hard times
Holdup your head and lets move
Forward with life to give
dare to struggle, dare to win
The battles you come across
if you don't struggle
You don't deserve to win
Drugs sedate you with the
Corporate hold
Your life is in your hands
Don't give up to the hands of death
Keep your spirit strong, think positive
There is a future for you and me
Human Rights for all
Support immigration
Stop corporate greed
They send the jobs overseas
No human being is illegal
The land doesn't have lines
Only social constructs do
Immigrants are people
They were once me and you
Labels are used to divide us apart
An arbitrary thing founded on humanity
We are all one people
Break down the walls and barriers
All walls must fall
(from Palestine to Mexico..)
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A LETTER TO PALESTINE
Children of Palestine your sorrow and pain
It echoes to the land of the West
They may strip your land
Burn your history books and burn your poems
(Yet, we will stay in solidarity to fight against
the oppressive lies)
People of Palestine let the world know
to not to fall asleep
Ethnical cleansing, jailing to exile
from your own homeland
No one if free when others are oppressed
(Yet, we will stay in solidarity to fight against
the oppressive lies)
Mothers of Palestine
we will march with you in solidarity
mourn with you
pray with you, cry with you and
continue to listen to you
You have not been forgotten
People of Palestine you have been
inspiration to the struggle
The beautiful struggle that will bloom
more flowers, open new doors, and people
will one day know the truth
Because the truth will set humanity free...
Colonization is injustice
Resistance to all illegal occupations x2
Unity & Solidarity with all indigenous resistance x2
(“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed,
and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” - Malcolm X)
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POEM
I am the abandoned spawn of invention, suckling at the breast of technology. In a corporate
science fiction sumulacrum, my heritage has been evaporated into a mist I cannot grasp. I am
crashing the windshield of reality into the abyss of existencial abandon and political delirium.
I see in my video eyes, undocumented souls in a countdown for state execution. I, the reflection
of what you want to see in me, the target of your premeditated violence, the model token, the
educated alien, The victim of your forked tongue, crucifying demon stretching out my limbs to
touch the edge of a world filled with undergroundracism and political hatred. My life has no
redemption value for your bigotry. You filthify my existence by making me the axis for your woes.
We, the raw genetic mutation of global assimilation, surviving the ideological chlorine of a
brainwash. We, the catalist, the synthesizers, refusing to isolate our brains from our souls, our
hearts, from our genitals, our dreams from the worlds. We resist fragmentation, deconstruction,
alienation. We the burning montage of memories and dreams living in a cold shadows, shuffling
along the crust of civilization. We have below zero identities, in an apocalyric countdown. We
mutate, we change, we transform, breathe in and out. Resincarnating from womb to womb, shape
by the forces of life, we blink between centuries, photocopying ourselves. Our presense is an
illusion of our sense swimming against the collective stream of conciousness.
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INSURRECTIONIST DEED
Punk for us was a vision of growth
A movement for change
A dream to break free
This chance to take part
In the larger world
And challenge its roles of oppression
I was inspired by the bands in this scene
Who expressed the concerns of imbalance
We've used slogans and images to protest injustice
Yet it takes action to back the word
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
It is important that we
Take these messages as inspiration
But it can be a danger to paint some as leaders
When they are capable of being opportunists
No one is perfect in this struggle
And we must learn from our mistakes
Yet we have to be critical of those who would
Use this for their glory
We do this because of an unfailing belief!
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
And now, as we have watched this movement develop,
Punk has split into two
One side values image and profit
While we struggle to build something new
It is sad to see that some view rebellion
As only limited to reactionary action
They disrupt our contribution to freedom and liberation
Their only goal is to be a pointless sensation!
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
It is an inspiration to see that anarcho-punks in Mexico are working with the Zapatistas.
Publications like Profane Existence have been promoting an international punk movement. We
are even moving beyond this subculture to work within a larger society and commit ourselves to
multicultural organizing, connecting ourselves to other subcultures of rebellion, and promoting
the concepts of mutual aid, solidarity and revolution.
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APOCALYPTIC PRISON STRUGGLE
The solidarity of the streets must extend beyond to those arrested.
We must prove to these freedom fighters that they will never be ignored.
(ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. To these people who
have committed to challenging injustice
Let us put an end to our privileged, sectarian squabbles.
Regardless of the label the fight is for Liberation!
(ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Do not forget the
inhumane condition, the despair of ultimate repression
It takes more than writing letters, we have to fundraise and rally; we have to educate the public;
we have to study the role of prisons
(ch)This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Regardless of
political difference these people cannot be abandoned.
Psychological torture, humiliation, and inhuman abuse. Isolated in cells deprived of life.
Their families destroyed at the hands of state.
Rougher times for activist because they’re a threat. The struggle must continue strong for the
liberation. Free the prisoners, ALF, ELF, revolutionaries
The state repression must be dealt with Until all are free, liberation or death!
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IDENTITY HATRED
We came to this land in search of a dream
But we were told we didn't belong
We fled the oppression of poverty
Just to end up in the belly of the beast
Identity Hatred / your erased away x4
We slowly stop speaking our culture
We slowly lose our native tongue
Our children forget our history
Left behind in the land of the east
Identity Hatred/ your erased away x4
This is not a separatist or nationalist song / It's about keeping our cultural spirit alive / We must
understand when people wish to study their culture and speak their own language / The door
should be open to anyone who wishes to learn about other cultures / And we must fight against
the prejudice of The "English speaking only" attitude
Some change their names / Are you so ashamed of your identity / That you hid for so long /
Assimilation / Sell your culture for the dream of the west / Hatred if your own identity / Hatred of
your own people / Our Asian history books are dusted / Our culture is slowly being erased
Identity Hatred/ your erased away x4
(The song Identity Hatred is relevant to a lot of Asian Americans. I have also been a victim of this
too. In the early days when I first came to America I was getting sucked into Western culture. If
you notice many Asians start to change their names to ones like John, Dave, Tim, Nancy, etc.
instead of using their original birth given names like Chang, Won, Kim, etc. then you are
witnessing identity hatred. A lot of times we change our names because people keep miss
pronouncing the names or make fun of the way they sound; what happens is that we end up
feeling ashamed about it. What makes me very sad is that some people change their whole last
name to a Western English name. People have the right to do what ever they want with their life
style but I believe that it is very sad to kill our birth given name. Also, after living in America for a
long time, I sometimes forget that I am Asian. This happens to many Asian Americans. Once we
are here for a long time we think that we are white. As time goes by we slowly stop speaking our
language and slowly stop knowing about our culture. I think that all culture and languages are
beautiful and people should not let them die out. When I was living in Ventura for 6 months I
joined a local Asian American Club that met at Ventura College. There was also the Black
Student Union and the Mecha Club (Mexicano Students). Now a lot of white students think that
these are separatist groups. Sometimes I do not under stand why people get scared when
people of color get together. The reason I joined the Asian American Club was because I wanted
to speak Korean to other Korean friends so I wouldn't forget my language, as well as to study
about my own history. But our club was not for Asians only. The door was open to anyone who
was interested no matter what race they were. All other cultural groups should have the door
open to everyone regardless of what race they are so people can learn. Like I said before all
cultures are beautiful and people should not forget where they are from.)
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ASSIMILATION
Welcome to Amerikkka a land contaminated by the brainwashed masses a land based on white
skinned privilege. Cultural genocide, killing ourselves slowly, not knowing who we are inside.
Ashamed to speak our native tongue, stripping ourselves of our birth given name.
And now the reflection in the mirror no longer looks the same, slowly we change, conform,
assimilate.
Our culture, history that was once so beautiful, is now replaced with self-hatred.
To abandon your culture and absorb an existing
culture is assimilation; it is form of cultural genocide
it is process that produces an identity
that is shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak
where the practicing of traditions and heritage are lost
lost and hidden away deep in your soul
Where one becomes eager to re-identify
identity with an existing dominant culture
a culture that is based on the bill and red, white, and blue
where one becomes reluctant and embarrassed
to speak their ancestral language is assimilation
to be ashamed of the way you look; to alter your features is assimilation
So welcome to Amerikkka a land filled with shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak
that have abandoned all that their ancestors have struggle for,
died for and have been massacred for
a melting pot of a product brainwashed and shrink-wrapped
bar-coded and ready for the new millenium
Changing your name to an Amerkkinan name is assimilation
to deny who you are and where you come from is assimilation
to be ashamed of the way you look, and to alter your feature is assimilation!
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NEEDS
(As the wind blew destruction through the city, trees collapsed and people picked up their eyes to
find specs of dust, scratching their vision of the true meaning. Mother and children will be angry
till the end. Sincerity or no sincerity rage will continue, continue until liberation)
Apathy and greed is what we don't need
destroy their capitalist schemes
People want to live
and not to be raped
of all their money
We need to stand up
Stand up for whats right
FIGHT BACK!
Against the corporations
That suck us dry
They feed off our needs
The need to buy
Don't buy from the
corporations that destroys
the human race.
Cutting down the rain forest and hating another race.
Its like a whirlpool
It goes round and round
Until someone pulls the plug
For it go down
GO DOWN!
There is a lot of corruption
But lets start a commotion
Demonstrate and eliminate
Boycott the greed and
the destruction they feed on
For a safer world and
a place of total autonomy
Do what you think
And what you think is right
Boycott the greed for a
more live able place
Boycott and demonstrate x4
To survive!
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EVERY LAST LIFE
(Every Last Life please help the voiceless Animals)
Humans hunt, kill, torture, main, eat, dissect and destroy animals.
Yet, the animals have done nothing to deserve their living hell. Humans cannot be content in
destroying animals. They must go and destroy other human through war.
Yes, they still aren't pleased with the harm they cause. And the death they bring to other
humans and animals. They still have not learn their lesson.
They must kill and destroy till there is nothing left, till no life remains. They destroy our earth not
knowing that all the evil they do now will destroy her beauty for eternity.
(Theirs something we could all do about it!)
It seems some humans cannot be content with their own life. They must snatch from others their
lives. It makes no sense at all. Why would they choose death, pain and suffering. When life,
respect and love are on the other side.
They must kill and destroy till there is nothing left till no life remains. They won’t be satisfied till
every last life is taken from this earth.
(Stop the torture, Stop the Death, Free the Animals and Support the A.L.F.)
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DHORUBA BIN WAHAD
(This is a song about Richard Moore now known as Dhoruba Bin Wahad. He was in prison for 19
years for a crime he didn't commit. He was framed by Counter Intelligence Program. It's important
that we support political prisoners. Because if we don't one day you might be a political prisoner
and their will be no movement to support you)
Locked inside the dungeon
Souls separated by concrete cages
Desperate for human contact
Desperate for what once was
Now forced to serve hard time
Compliments of the dirty hands
That robbed him due to his beliefs
His faith in mankind and the human spirit
Framed by CoIntelPro
This is the cost of faith
Physical and mental abuse
Their batons against his skull
Their ignorant words against his heart
Their eye always upon him
Waiting for the chance
To attack him once again
Prison politics -- definition of racism
And as the headline reads
In persuading attempts
That this man is your enemy
And so the threats began to fly
From the very souls as well
Enslaved within this hell: The prison complex
Like a dog without a home
The guard besides the door glares upon his family
In disgust and self righteously assumed superiority
How can he from within this dirty place
Bring his eye to look
Into the eyes on the other side of the plexi-glass
It feels like manhood stolen away
Where did it go? When did it go?
Framed by CoIntelpro
He spoke. "Prison, the ultimate form
Of human torture."
So desperate for his spiritual connection
Outside his prison walls
He continues, "Human Beings
Need each other to grow"
Alone, drowning inside the insane thoughts
That begins to fill the head of a being
Who is enslaved within the concrete walls, steel bars
"There were times I woke up crying
In the silence of the night."
Nothing but time
To search the roots of how
Human nature could have concluded
To come to this place
Framed by CoIntelPro
Where in forgetting the privilege
Of their own free hands
Locked chains around their fellow man
His young life, his dignity
Thoughtlessly tossed away
"His crime?" the children ask
He fed the hungry
Drove away the drug dealers
Fought against hypocrisy, police brutality
Framed by CoIntelPro
19 years -- injustice served
But his struggle became all the stronger
Could we ever understand the pain he suffered?
Beaten, tortured, abused
But his struggle grew
His spirit soaring-above
The evil systems strikes to tear him down
Framed by their false charges
Hastily dreamt up in fear of his power
"Free at last" we cry out loud
For finally he walks the street again
Choosing to continue where his work
Last left off many years ago
Dhoruba Bin Wahad
He is the spirit of the people
(The original Black Panther Party have been a big influence for Resist and Exist because of their
community work. In the late 60's Panthers had been targeted by the FBI and had their lives
destroyed, were killed, jailed or exiled. However, Dhoruba and his group went underground and
continued their political work with the Black Liberation Army. They took direct action to take
drugs off the streets, and even sometimes punished the drug dealers. Please check out a film
called: "Passin’ It On" directed by Jon Valadez)
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BETRAY OUR MOTHER (EARTH)
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from building weapons
For the wars they wage
First killing with their missiles and later with their waste
Buried in the soil or dumped in the sea
Later seeped out poisoning you and me!
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cares nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from logging old growth for it's lumber
What happened next? Did you ever wonder?
Fallow land, erosion, mudslides in their wake
Or maybe a new road or shopping mall in it's place
Corporate giant so far removed,
Thinking you'll never breathe the fumes...
or maybe you'll simply "reproduce"
Clean air and water for us to use...
Will you sell it to the masses and be sure to make it scarce?
Watching us fight for a breath of air?
Right now you may live upstream,
But one day you will finally see
That everything you'll ever do
Eventually all comes back to you...
The winds will change and they always do,
And not even your money can save you.
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from the killing animals in factory farms
To maximize profit with no regard to the harm
They cause to our health, the animals and the earth
Just churching our birth and death like clockwork
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from tobacco that poison our lungs
Using harmful pesticides just to save a buck
Carcinogens and chemicals keep people addicted
Polluting the soil and all that grows in it!
Cancer is the death sentence
Handed down to us by those who did not care,
Whose waste seeped into our soil, water, and air.
Now we must attempted to clean up the mess.
Why must we pay for their ignorance and negligence?
They have made money at the expense of generation to come,
And now our children must pay the price
For all the damage we have done.
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THE WOMEN SONG (Media Children)
The deciding factor of a woman's plight/ left up to men with no sight to a woman's mind or a
woman's soul/ He controls, she is controlled/
They control our bodies, decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/ Their hate for women
and the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
Control our bodies decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/Their hate for women and
the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
It's not often thought of and its usually dismissed/ So its up to us to show it exists/ We've pushed
it all under tucked it deep inside/ But the damage it does isn't easy to hide/
Women deal with it everyday/ the pain it cause won't go away/ It grows stronger with every
breath/ The end result is emotional death/
We learn to live with it, we choose to pretend/ Hoping in our ignorance the pain will end/ If we
deny the anger, deny the pain/ The hatred we feel will drive us insane/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny our
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny the
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain/
Control our bodies decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/Their hate for women and
the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
Songs are sung and that's a start/ But it doesn't change what's in our hearts/ Words are said and
the lyrics rhyme/ but the pain we feel doesn't lessen in time/ Women deal with it everyday/ the
pain it cause won't go away/ It grows stronger with every breath/ The end result is emotional
death/
Men make laws and women abide/ We feel so helpless we run and hide/ It's not only our rights
being stolen away/ But a bit of each of us is lost everyday/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny the
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain
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Sadness Sorrow Despair Pain
Gaze into my aged, teary eyes
What is it that you see?
A life filled with regrets...
A life based on enslavement...
Afraid...AFRAID
To wake up, open my eyes, and speak.
...SCREAM...
I'm screaming but no one hears...or cares,
Cares about the old..aged minds of yesterday.
That once were so brilliant...
My thought now only bring tears to my eyes,
constrictions to my throat,
and fading memories to my conscious mind.
Hopes and dreams were discarded long ago,
Years of physical and mental suffering are forgotten,
Thrown away, disposed, and recycled, for the next generation.
I have no triumphant stories to capture your attention,
to make you listen...
I only have scars to show all of the hard work that I have endured,
endured for survival,
survival of the fittest they say...
Well, in this world survival is based on money, greed, jealousy,
Money Greed Jealousy Power...Money Greed Jealousy Power
and CONTROL
Control by manipulation,
my mind, body, and soul have been denied life,
sacrificed for survival
Slave away an entire life, in order to survive,
and now in the end I am no longer useful in today's standards,
so the chain still remain,
and the sad fact is that they always will,
Until something evolves out of the stagnance of your mind
and you see me for who i am
a human being,
that is old but wise,
that has a heart, and cries
that aches and yearns
and throughout all of this I have learned
to be thankful for each breath that i take
for come one day I may never wake
because dying and death can come at any time
and this thought festers in my mind.
So i must hear that I am loved much
Because we will grow old some day
and all of your sacrifice will be forgotten too
and all of your hopes and dreams will be shattered
and all of your memories will be yellow pictures,
in a photo album
and come that day you will remember
what you did, or what you didn't do
and you will live with the regret
So in the meantime we must rely on how we live in our hearts,
and hope that all that is sacrificed, will be remembered.
in your eyes will I always remain
another sad story, thrown into the wind
another aged wrinkle face, that doesn't exist in your eyes
another weak, fragile body, that only moves slow
another senile mind, that only tells the same old stories?
For I am only a warm body waiting to turn cold
Sadness Sorrow Despair Pain
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ECHOES OF SORROW
The wind with stories blew to my ears
I picture darkness with dead dried trees
A lost boy standing alone in the cold
The pain and confusion you went through..
People try to give you advice
As if they were speaking a different language
For the words mean nothing to you
It didn't ease the pain or cure the woes
You left behind a dead dried branch
Blowing away with past discomfort memories
The wind will carry your echo of sorrow
Your hurt and your anger flows away
Taking all your sadness to the other side
As your heart stops with a last beat
Why now do we care
Why now do we cry
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SELF DESTRUCT
No one’s around, you’re all alone.
Abandoned you stand in the cold unknown.
Miserable, lost and confused afraid to struggle on.
Learn to take your life in your hands. Change the life, do what you can.
Holding on to your pain will only hurt you more.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. Hatred only stains your heart.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. You can only destroy yourself.
Don’t worry what others say. Wounds with words push you away.
How we torture with words when we should say we care.
Time to stop and open our eyes. Share the feelings, joy we’d find.
Break away from the hate before it kills your soul.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. Hatred only stains your heart.
My weapons are thoughts you read in my eyes. You will only destroy yourself
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Sung Lee's Reflection:
As I stand before this mirror
I am afraid of what I will see
of who and what I will become
of the person that stands before me
Blink once - Blink twice
I no longer see myself
I see my fathers eyes
His aging face stands before me
Oh father be strong
Your war is over
Though your nights are long
Soon you will see the sun
And the children play again
oh father be still
My mother is gone
She had found comfort in the arms of
another one
The days will turn into years
But I will always be here
oh father be silent
Your eyes scream all the pain you have inside
i hear you, yet you never cry
A man should be brave and have pride
never questions, never ask why?
As i stand before this mirror
I am no longer afraid of what i see
of who and what i have become
of the person that stands before me
Blink once Blink twice
I see myself
In my fathers eyes
His aging face no longer stands before me
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BEYOND THE SHADOWS
Liberation for all fragile minds
Strength and fortitude combined
Inner peace to heal our souls
Hampered by these mortal feelings - I strive for tranquility
Pacific mind paired with violent expression
I attempt to let go and just walk away
While inside I thrash left and right
My heart wrenched and crippled
Liberation for all fragile minds
Strength and fortitude combined
Inner peace to heal our souls
The thorns of swallowed roses
cut my throat and the blood flows
These weak emotions I refuse to embrace
Won't make the same mistakes again
Time to move on and just let it go
I resist turning back to behold the dark shadows
Aggression, oppression, obsession
Refuse to engage in emotional games
Refuse to dwell on this evil, negative plane
Feelings of enmity propel down my throat
Bridled rage painted upon my face
Pure animosity burns within my heart
It rained and poured blood from my eyes
Feelings too complex to define with mere words
an excruciating past to relive
Liberation for our bodies and souls
Transformation of our hearts and minds
Peaceful change begin with you and me
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VOICES OF DISSENT
Voices of dissent
Drugged up, looking for the end
No answer for the one
Who want to defend
The rights of human
From evil men
Voices of dissent you claim to fight oppression
And educate the public
But how can you be taken so seriously
When you abuse yourself with drugs
You refuse to buy into big corporations
While your buying drugs from the street
You put the money into dealers hands
While they spread dope disease to young children
Just like the children in other lands
Abused by corporations you want to ban
Drugs mean big profit like
The profit used to ruin peoples lives x2
Sending them to overcrowded prisons
The dealers don't care if their selling to kids
When people are hooked on drugs like crack, cocaine
The monster creeps out of them
When the money runs out to support their habit
They will lie, cheat and steal to keep their habit going
Drugs unlock the beasts in some causing them
Not to talk in human form
Theirs minds strung out because of boredom
Escaping from problems
Feeling sorry for themselves
Just to cop-out
It's time to heal, to think straight
Stop feeling depressed and sorry for yourself
Stay strong, think positive, there is a future
Only you have control of your own life
You can't keep waiting for someone to help you
It's time to help yourself by loving yourself
How do you plan to love and help others
When you abuse yourself
It's time to heal, it's time for us to open
Our hearts and be for real
Time for listening, time for caring
Time for loving yourself
Be strong, think positive
There is a future
Don't let depression get you down
it's much harder to live than die
Killing yourself is giving up in life
It's easy to escape life's uncertainty
Through the drugs on the street
Death is unavoidable
The challenge is to live
To survive through hard times
Holdup your head and lets move
Forward with life to give
dare to struggle, dare to win
The battles you come across
if you don't struggle
You don't deserve to win
Drugs sedate you with the
Corporate hold
Your life is in your hands
Don't give up to the hands of death
Keep your spirit strong, think positive
There is a future for you and me
