What Are You Afraid of?
(Desconhecido)
What are you afraid of? What do you think I'm made of?/
I'm just flesh and blood, just like your beloved mayor/
You spit hate on me 'cause I express my views/
arrest my crew 'cause we disrespected you/
but we never elected you, never selected you/
to run our lives and choose what direction to move/
You and yours, practice active abusement/
Act as friends and distract us with illusions/
Class us as stupid, what do you think we're blind?/
We don't need a stick to find all the lies that lies behind/
They erase my life if I'm not keeping the pace of time/
it's like my future is figured out by amazing masterminds/
I'm the last to sign, you can't buy me to be quiet/
even though you got guns and copyright on being violent/
What you expect me to do, standin' still?/
Who protects us from you when you plan to kill?/
Chorus:
What are the leaders afraid of?/
Truths and rights, I tell you straight up/
So listen up it's time we break up/
from slavery so tear the chains up/
What are the leaders afraid of?/
Truths and rights, I tell you straight up/
So listen up it's time we wake up/
and see the lies that they're make up/
What are you afraid of? It's you that rape us/
that's why we leave your buildings and trains covered in spraydust/
Blame us for making violent tracks/
inspiring cats to give you higher crime stats/
But tell me how is that supposed to happen?/
it's not us that walk around these evil streets pistolpackin'/
and it's not we that believe that/
the cops do their job for the best of the people, and that we need that/
Don't wanna see that, that's why you're still asleep/
that's why you killin' me, that's why you makin' a million a week/
That's why money is the most powerful weapon/
that's why you step on us before asking any questions/
That's why graffiti is organized crime/
that's why the cops stalk writers nighttime/
And that's why I'm still spittin' and say that I trust none/
that's why me and P got stopped by Canadian customs/
Chorus
What are you afraid of? What do you think I'm made of?/
To you I'm just a number, easy to put the blame on/
and shame on us if we stand out from your standards/
You want us all in handcuffs, answering the right answers/
makin' the right music, eatin' the right food/
behave a certain way with the right attitude/
read the right books, watch the right TV-shows/
supportin' the right crooks by giving the right votes/
but we no mix up with no politrix/
we no suckin' dicks on leaders only interested in where the dollars is/
kids keep on holler this/
life is eternal. Yo Embee it's time we stoppin' this/
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