THERE IS SO MUCH CRYING IN THE HOOD
I WISH I COULD STOP IT, WISH I COULD
BABIES CRYING, THERE IS NO JUICE
PEOPLE ARE DYING WHERE THERE IS NO TRUCE
WEVE BEEN HERE BEFORE SO WHAT’S THE USE
WE HAVE DIED FROM SO MANY LIES
WE CAN ONLY HOPE THAT THE TRUTH, WILL SURVIVE
THERE IS SO MUCH RAIN FALLING FROM THE SKY
ON US ALL, JUST LET GO OF THE CORNERS
LET IT FALL, WE THE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN THROUGH IT ALL
LET THEM BRING THE PAIN, WE ALWAYS DO
THE SAME THING, WHILE GOING THROUGH THE SAME THING
HAIL TO THOSE WHO ARE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT
THE ALTERED TRUTH, TRUE SOLDIERS
DON’T CALL THEM TROOPS
MARCHING TREE BY TREE
FOUR BY FOUR
FIVE BY FIVE…WAKE ‘EM UP
SIX BY SIX... WAKE ‘EM UP
SEVEN BY SEVEN…WAKE ‘EM UP
EIGHT BY EIGHT…WAKE ‘EM UP
NINE BY NINE
THIS IS THE LAST TIME
THERE IS RHYTHEM WHEN WATERFALLS
SUMMONSING US ALL TO THE CALL
GRAB A BOAT, GET TO ROWING
COUNT IT, PUT IT AWAY
SAVE YOUR LAST DIME
GRAB A BOAT AND GET TO ROWING
THE MISSION IS DEEP
WHEN THE POETS ARE FLOWING