Right On!

Lyrics

In times of darkness brothers stay LIT Lost In Translation Right On! Right On! Right On! Right On! Street's Disciple came to tell you that the streets don't like you And people like you, we gon' fight, too! I mean we fight to get our right, too So lets get right to the core... Niggas getting shot at the store tryna get a shot a the store It's a plot going on Brother get your Chakras in form Cause there ain't no love in the heart of the city Especially with Melanin, oh Lord what a pity! The Dream dun turned into a nightmare Fuck a fight fair We need this elevation right now – like stairs And like squares I stay connected with the corners Born a foreigner so its harder for ya – they formed a warrior! I got a lotta Assata inside me Revolutionary war has got to be the policy! No apologies for treating us like colonies You probably dream of shopping sprees We're writing our biographies! CHORUS: Right On! Right On! Who`s the master who's the slave?! Right On! Right On! Read a chapter every day! Right On! Right On! What's the answer to the pain? Right On! Right On! Second verse is really earnest Burn the curtain! People clowning us like circus and we dont earn shit Means we have nothing to loose But the shackles that is used On you by dudes in suits - we Maroons! Fuck the Marines they shall be doomed! RBG flag flying in the air they call me Coon Or maybe goon Maybe criminal Make it become subliminal Rise, internalize we winning tho! Ju be Huey P. or maybe Angela Organizing on the campus like the Panthers was In the wilderness of Western Europe The only black cat in my effin yearbook! Dr. Carter Woodson! Right On! Right On! Who`s the master who's the slave?! Right On! Right On! Read a chapter every day! Right On! Right On! What's the answer to the pain? Right On! Right On!