Coolio - The Revolution lyrics

I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Take a real close at what it look like A young n***a in the ghetto raised up on whit The first thing momma told him was don't take no sh** Playin tag with body bag, Bullets, And bloody rag And did you put the dodge on the toe tag? Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow 'cause life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Make sure what you believe is real and true f** the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize My vision won't a**ault of wasted on blind lil' eyes Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' b**h.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Lootin' an' shootin' I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in n***az don't be doin' what they 'posed to do They betta post on the corna with the busta crew Playin' games I used to play back in '79 With the same bullsh** an' the same ol' lie If you want some respect ya won't be individual On the n***a nuts 'cause he rollin' in the Sixty-fo' Yo favorite line is f** all a y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherf**in' Jeep Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle This ain't no roosta a** Chicken George n***a on a fiddle, huh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothaf**in' self I trust.... -Chorus- Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street But now when n***az get beat They want to go an' get their heat Everybody know that you know how to k** But tell me do you how to let a n***a live I gotta dream that maybe one day n***az can't fight then walk away I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an' Shoot 'em from the shoulders To show them you can hold your I sing the song of the fight of the black man In America In a state of hysteria No longa will I accept the second rate I plan to set the record straight be 'fore I disobey Its the one - two combination punch to the throat There's a hole in ya boat b**h That's all she wrote Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothaf**in' self I trust.... -Chorus-