I AM SICK AND FUKKIN TIRED OF
OLD
WHITE
DIKKS
RUNNIN THIS COUNTRY INTO
DEEP
PILES
OF SHIT
YOU THINK WE'RE WEAK BUT
YOU AIN'T
SEEN US
MAD
FUKK WITH US MORE AND
YOU'LL FIND
OUT
FAST
STOP!
Run it back a bit
Ay
Ay
Ay
Like I said, I'm sick of this!
Old white fukks, who don't give a single shitt
Bout the real fukkin problems of the common fukkin people
Is it really so much to ask to be treated like equals?
They don't get it
And I don't think they ever will
Sitting up in their mansions making us pay their bills
Fo'real, that's the deal
And sometimes I feel like I should steal
From these rich ass fukks
Wish I could stay behind and watch them squeal
STOP!
Run it back again
Ay
Ay
Ay
It’s gettin' harder just to breathe these days
With all the lies and all the hate, they pave our way
They build their walls
We build our rage
And when we rise, we’ll burn the stage
They say we’re blind,
But we see it all
They wanna watch us trip and fall
But nah, we won’t be silent
Not gonna play it quiet
We’re ready to riot
Take it back!
Take it all back now
Power to the people, put the old guard down
They play their games
We’ve had enough
Time to stand up
Time to get rough
Sick of the same shitt, day after day
Same old dikks in the same old way
But when we march,
We march in fire
To burn down all their filthy empires