Brad Wilk - The Narrows (Demo) lyrics

Drop it Hey, uh Try to crack and somehow react Vocal snaps attract I'm trying to rap Those who try to subdue the truth Lose their condition Were labelled inactive Being 91 The twentieth century Brooklyn is a magnum in a bottle of kerosine Flame ignites into the black sending fright Tortured and weak minds And words and insight Back to the explosion on the stage Guns fear Presence of war creates a dangerous atmosphere Using my brain a certain power is obtained Using the strength I've gained A struggle remains, but I Choose another tune to uplift Yeah, you know my anger is a gift A gift to expect the test we all must face Hah, out my face Release the reason Allow the pain The actors change But the play's the same [Hook] C'mon In the narrows In the narrows In the narrows Some are the holders of power But will start a galactic shower Turn to my brother, little power, structure itself Hate only motivates and creates more hate State to state I set it straight and investigate Dull fate While teachers taught me lessons At the oppression I react with aggression Yo, my section after section No need for repressing Just take the mic and a rap another session No need for guessing Yeah And that sh** that you're stressin' Release the reason Align the pain The actors change But the play's the same Release the reason Align the pain The actors change But the play's the same [Hook] Ugh! UGH! Divine are stepping up and proving to s**as They cannot dumben up their style And I do it with a smile When I put punks on trial, taking 'em back again Yeah The name of the comprehender The style I drop is going on and on To the punks who recognize the style And realize that I'm not no Punk Kid Just stepping up for the mic hit [Hook] Ugh!