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United we stand, united we fight
For what we believe in and our for rights
Me and my friends, we have a band
We have a voice and we take a stand
When the rebels are mad and theyre looking for you
There is no place to hide
You better watch out cause were coming tonight
Run motherfker, run
In Beverly Hills you can hear the
But down in the ghetto the poverty stinks
A ten year old boy hes sniffing glue
There is not much left for him to do