When the revolution comes...
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As a devil's pact, claim it as a fact and don't even ask
Putting up an act behind a mask when it's their own task
Chosen those routes with true music as forbidden fruits
Armani suits, scared to bring hip hop back to its roots
Dwelling on fame, focused on making name in the game
Isn't it a shame what became of passion they claimed?
So the amount of guns does not define you as an artist
Because it's not about who the toughest or the hardest
Expressing depths of your soul, making yourself a whole
Don't play role, be the one in control and reach your goal
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When the revolution comes...
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Trusting upon a higher power as the world turns so sour
In society’s darkest hour bombs keep dropping to devour
Innocent lives, soldiers fight away from children and wives
Hearts filled with strife, nuclear weapons, no more knives
Killing on command with blood of brothers on their hands
No time to demand as they lose souls in no man’s lands
Fighting in high disbelief while stealing lives as mere thief
With no place for grief, only hear strong orders of a chief
Thousand dreams left undone, silenced by sound of guns
No more daughter or son, mothers weep more than once
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When the revolution comes…
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Gone is compassion, only interested in cash and fashion
Bash and slash em, just hatred, no more love or passion
Even when the tide gets high with no more room to hide
They never swallow their pride and switch to another side
Powerful powders stashed: a big fish they’re out to catch
Sex and no strings attached as some things never match
Erupting fights between red and blue or black and white
That fill us with fright as we witness such an awful sight
Too blinded by the color of a skin to notice what’s within
When in life we seem to begin completely free of any sin
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They always say to be patient
…When the revolution comes…
…Everything will be different…
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I don’t want to wait anymore