Talkin Bout a Revolution

Prayers lost under pollution like innate rights under the constitution Citizens raise question receiving no solution while activist talk talks of retribution I raise my fist waiting on the revolution Living lives within cages feeding families off minimum wages Playing roles in life like plays on stages stuck within system wondering why the God’s wont turn pages I raise my fist waiting on the revolution Rest asleep on tear stained pillows wonder why you have no tranquility because this system offers no stability No humility could get you credibility No degree for availability within a Babylon facility I raise my fist waiting on a revolution Spreading Internal and external war sending innocent souls ashore Institutionalized racism encroaching the blacks childs core so much confusion you souls become sore While, I raise my fist waiting on a revolution And just humanity begins to adjust to insanity Mingling with profanity and vanity acceptaning mental inhumanity We raise our voice beginning a revolution