Inkstains

[Verse 1]
Uh
Bring that beat in, sound the drums
A single finger in the air amid a thousand plums
Hitchhikin' outta here on the back of a truck
My message is the snare drowning out the pounding [?] (come on)
I'm not the same shit you've heard before
My heart is the beat on the first and fourth
Hip-hop isn't dead, this is urban law
We'll drag that horse to water and make it thirst for more
Turn a trickle to a stream and a stream to a geyser
Our dreams are the fire that'll burst [?]
Breakdance on the soapbox, the curb is formed
Music is our white flag on an earth at war
Discontent is the anvil where these words are formed
The fuel on the fire that you burnt this for
This song goes out to those who've heard the call
If the law serves the rich then we'll serve the poor, come on

[Chorus]
Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound
And an eye on our way, way, down
Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared
That our people are weighed, weighed down
Everybody at the stage who can catch my gaze
Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down
By every minute of the day
That we waste not changing our ways

[Verse 2]
Drop that beat [?] settle the groove in
I'll do what I gotta do to get you to tune in
My inner child's off cutting sick on the mood swings
But playground tactics are the reason I do this (come on)
Ain't it sick that we hide from the truth
Till advice on a loop makes us look past the movie screen
All these films 'bout aliens and space ships
Might amaze kids who forget that their the future's bleak
All right, yeah, we're kind of on a losing streak
But won't forget a victory for a few defeats at least
Racism isn't even what it used to be
The man can barely even draw that gap between blue and green
And though I do complain we are truly free
We are still who we choose to be
We are still, but we move to a beat
So when they ask why, I'll tell 'em I choose to speak

[Chorus]
Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound
And an eye on our way, way, down
Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared
That our people are weighed, weighed down
Everybody at the stage who can catch my gaze
Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down
By every minute of the day
That we waste not changing our ways

[Verse 3]
For every head I offend with the lyrics I take down
Or women I've loved who might break down
For all my family and friends, I hope we stand at the end
I can't edit a word, it's too late now
For every face in the crowd that I make proud
'Cause we've all taken hits, but won't stay down
I might never say I'm great, but I'm grateful
'Cause I don't believe that a king would ever wear that fake crown

[Chorus]
Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound
And an eye on our way, way, down
Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared
That our people are weighed, weighed down
Everybody at the stage who can catch my gaze
Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down
By every minute of the day
That we waste not changing our ways