(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