(the revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, not be televised the revolution will be no re-run brothers, the revolution will be live)
Yo mental slaves with tunnel vision
Couldn't change it if I wanted ,got my mind in this prison
Its only ugly if you know whats goin on
Otherwise this is life they controlin whats on yo mind
I hope you find out, before its too late
Cuz when its time pray to god that you ready for your fate
Yo this ain't fake they hate it when you sayin wat you thinkin
What im bout to speak gon smash the walls down to peices
The weed help eleiviate the pain so im thinkin I need about a 8th of the green so I could speak to the streets
Gotta reach for the soul
Thas what they told me. I was jus a teen rockin fitted caps n pro tees
Only reason I didn't see I was molded as a soldier, my teachers wasn't tellin the truth bout the world
So I went on down that road of lost hope till I was focused
Now im bout to blow up that spot jus like explosives
Nothing clears that room like that new smell of doom,i could hear the screams vividly you better move
Before its too late. the rumors comin true, I hope you ready when its dooms day