ain't right, another fight Well all of it's so very clear With my passion on a stud, I walked through I walked through the vicious ones I really don't
True to ourself, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated the riot scenes In fear of a baseballbat Working class intellectuals
through was it anybody i knew So i drank like a fish till i crawl like a rat In the city of shit i ended up on my back. But i can't believe you're with
at the state house Well i reach for a dollar in the hole in my pocket Down at the state house They said i got some rights and i really shouldn't knockit
bad motherfucker (Driving me insane) So don't you even bother (Who am I to blame?) 'Cause when I listen to the record (Do you feel the same?) And it don't
who?s gonna doing trips? Should I call a loser all for a fix Rippin' off some lady Just to avoid from gettin' sick Well, I life moves slow When you
They don't break, no, they don't fake They need no wake, they don't stop And I ain't looking for answers I don't want nothing for free And I sure don
, you know it ain't easy Got to make a decision Got to learn to say no, no, no I've heard from inside of the walls A deadman can't hear all the calls
to my neighborhood I'm a downtown chamber in the front line Oh, don't let me be misunderstood Oh, I'm a downtown member in the front line Eh, don't
can't keep here Oh, no, some people, them illegal All that rise, a lotta evil Oh, no, some people, them illegal What you got you can't keep here Oh,
up where explanations leave off Some of these revelations will very well Go against things you have been taught And perhaps believed all your life Prepare
Los Angeles take your dreams away Burnin' on the ground At the end of the day it's your life, your loss If you can't turn the clock around I said, ?Oh
cross To get you anywhere Michael's on his way to pay back syndication A fist ? ? ? and his backstreet education The 8-ball stops him low Demonstrations show It's crystal clear it ain't
't want no racial hatred. "Black and white, who are portrayed without bias. These are the people whose voice I want to be..." i said the hooligans! Rancid. Rudeboys! Rancid. Hooligans! Rancid
Ah, no No, no Go With a gleaming success With a different try Religious indifference Mixed it through the lines Territorial company, they legitimize
You want me to believe that the streets are paved in gold Some tenderness, then the cold hits And then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at
I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first Just like the wolf before he bites me And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed Just as if it
There's something in the street tonight Don't know what it is but it won't keep quiet Breaking through your masses On your radio broadcaster There's