(feat. Kid Capri, Big Daddy Kane, Freddie Foxxx, LL Cool) [Chorus:Harmony] Heal yourself you got to heal yourself [Kid Capri talks] [Big Daddy Kane
Take the diamonds Take the gold Fill the pockets Call the whores Start to clean your Fancy cars But I'm not willing To see your snouts I hear the snakes
Mohammed Singh Azad Sindabad ! No apologies Not a shot in the dark This is a warning The sleeping tiger awakes each and every morning The time is now
I am a modern apprentice I believe in the life-long learning 'Ain't gonna take away this natural yearning To know the truth The truth about the lies
Look through the square or round window Now a change gonna come Whether you come by bus or underground Still a change gonna come If you're north or if
J and D here united Black and white here to show you how we've been delighted The new generation since the mid nineties Showing you it's done if you
Lies ! Damn lies and statistics Fitting up and stitching down at ballistics The back of the van it ain't used for seating Just check through the window
Brothers and sisters of the soul unite We are one indivisible and strong They may try to break us but they dare not under estimate us They know our memories
this time we fill the space with noise Black noise will be a sound you can't avoid We're raising our voices to reflect our reality Using dub as our foundation
Hypocrites ! We gonna get inside your mind Hypocrites ! You will pay for your crimes Hypocrites we're gonna bleed you dry Your pockets will be empty
Check it out Check it out Without a doubt This is the new sound a coming around No we never lost sight of the fight on our hands People of colour Listen
And we say back way to all the trouble makers Better fix up your brains because you are the biggest fakers Come in the place better know who you are
My ears are burning ,my back has started to bleed I've noticed you only contact me when I've got some weed And when I'm in need to help you with something
See me, hear me But still you try to box me in You think you know my mind By the colour of my skin See me, hear me But still you try to box me in
Step Back from the Blow Back Plans that were hatched with the strings still attached See there's always a catch When you're livin' thru a blow back You
A Thousand Broken Mirrors A scream a shout far in the distance Maybe the first or second floor Curtains colouring the windows Never see behind closed
For every opportunity we squeeze de last drop Seeds sown inna de past and now we?re reaping de crop Yer, spreading de roots an we?re no longer under-
Today the colour line/ is the power line/ is the poverty line Racism and imperialism work in tandem And poverty is their handmaiden Those who are poor
