Lyrics

You don't have, a peaceful revolution You don't have, a turn the other cheek revolution, Bobby There's no such thing as a non-violent revolution You said, "Don't retaliate with violence" But why is the only kind of revolution that's expected to be non-violent the Black Revolution? The only revolution based on loving your enemy is the Black Revolution The only revolution in which the goal is Desegregated restaurants Desegregated schools Desegregated parks and Desegregated public restrooms You can sit down next to white folks on the fuckin toilet Verse Message to the black man, call to action Free the mind, cause it's trapped in, now this happen Whip crackin on my back and There's no money on the back-end get a backhand Talkin' back when masta askin, "Why ya slack?" While he head back to his mansion, on a mattress While you sleep in a shack with all the madness Blood flowin from the lashes Just imagine the shit Tragic, I think we had a 'nough with the passion Im bout to spaz get the last of the Biggest bag man Im at the shed with 'Night we gon walk inside the house and crash it Don't wear a mask hit All the lights with the badge flip All the furniture we heard a voice that came from master The gun I grab it he panic Put a gun to his head "You will never get a chance to call me nigga again" Dead Chorus Unchained Unchained Unchained Nigga we fed up We had enough Fed up We had enough Fed up Unchained Fed up Unchained Fed up Outro (Zyah) Tell the niggas that we on the way Tell the muhfuckas we ain't playin, oh shit Pickin sides was all fun and games Pickers turn to pistols now we aimin, oh shit Try to shed the light on your shade The light turned into fire now we flamin, oh shit Like to lock us all up in chains Till it's the same chains you gon hang in, oh shit Nigga we fed up