Revolution Songtext
von Young Robbery

The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society
And we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to
Secret societies, to secret oaths, and to secret proceedings
For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless
Conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its
Sphere of influence, on infiltration instead of invasion, on
Subversion instead of election, on
Intimidation instead of free choice

Struggling, striving through the streets of violence
Poverty, violence, respect the code of silence
An empire like an Aztec alliance
Blood sacrifice just like the Mayans
The brown and black movement on the road to Zion

But through the hood, there′s so much pollution
Drugs, funds, guns, they shooting


Extortion, prostitution
We is the people, it's time for revolution
They wanna hold us down, but can′t stop the movement
Strategize, divide and conquer
Turn our money legal like them white collar mobsters
Crooked system, fuck authority
Business in the hood should be ran by minorities
Talent in its rawest form, you can't keep ignoring me
My soul in these songs, I spit it like poetry

But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly
Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech
Somewhere I read of the freedom of press
Somewhere I read that the greatness of
America is the right to protest for our rights

The game needs change, but it remains the same
The struggle and the pain got me feeling insane
The stress on my brain kind of fucking with my mind
But I stick to my grind, God showing me signs
Hard work pays off, but it's gon′ take time
I fucked up in the past, but there′s no rewind

I look forward and focus on a better day

On the rise, watch my career levitate
'Bout to blow up like a bomb when it detonate
A skinny nigga, but I′m rocking with the heavyweights
Pushing this movement, I'm talking revolution
East and west, moving as a unit


Fuck around, turn the White House to a ruins
Half the youth inspired by evolution
I speak truth, I′m the voice of the hood
Dios de los Muertos, turning bad to good, yeah

Como bestias son los norteamericanos hoy, como bestias son los
Paracaidistas belgas, como bestias fueron los imperialistas
Franceses en Argelia. Porque es la naturaleza del imperialismo
La que bestializa a los hombres, la que la convierte en fieras
Sedientas de sangre que están dispuestas a degollar, a asesinar
A destruir hasta la última imagen de un revolucionario, de un
Partidario de un regimen que haya caído bajo su bota o que
Luche por su libertad. Y la estatua que recuerda a Lumumba...