[Intro: Aaron Livingston]
What are you gonna do when the guns are drawn?
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah, it would be cool, it could be, to
Stop runnin' 'round in circles off of would-be fuel
Livin' them lies, eventually believin' it's true
A lotta people here are frauds, one could be you
It's outrageous and ageist, and nothin' can save us
An ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor, man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers
No Kinko's, no FedEx, and no ATM's
What you gon' do when the police state begins?
Well, it already began, but I guess it depends
On what's really goin' on, what's happenin'
Huh! Military target practicin'
They finna write another Patriot Act again
The days is short, the nights is long
The fight goes on, the pistols and the pipes are drawn
Come on!
[Hook: Aaron Livingston]
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Uh! And some might say that it's a waste of time
'Cause ain't no amount of dancin' finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record just to shake behind
You know the stakes is high, we in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
It's like a game of roulette, the barrel revolvin'
They only wanna see us occupyin' a coffin
Mothers cryin' too often from they lost child leavin'
From tryin' to get over, get under, get even
Get inside, get in, gettin' dumped, gettin' greedy
We got to get it right, it's not about to be easy (Come on)
You best to pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy
Believe it's on, as long as we can still speak freely
The pages of my life would make it hard to read me
I know my people hearin' me, holler if y'all need me, word!
[Hook: Aaron Livingston]
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme
[Outro: Black Thought]
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