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I see those fists raised up from the suburbs to the ghetto
I feel that pressure coming up like a boiling kettle
But if you think that the powers that be are gonna go quietly
Then you better wise up our you’re gonna end up another casualty
Rise up, There’s gonna be trouble.
Save up, ‘cause we gotta pay the devil
Wise up, are you ready and able
To defend what’s yours when the chips are on the table?
When they come for ya how ya gonna come?
With your hands on your head or the trigger of your gun?