Black Rage

Grenades in their eyes And death is their prize Peace will arise and destroy the lies There are bombs standing On the corners of the cities Waiting to explode At the slightest touch Baggy shadow street boys Stand cocked ready to fire Their eyes are grenades And the pin is about to be pulled BOOM!!! The brother went off Pressure pulled the trigger And the brother became a nigger And no one could figure out How it happened What went wrong? He had a chance Somebody even loved him Even told him that he was better Than most But he went off Chains rattled inside his brain And his sky was filled with clouds That didn't even bring rain But just the illusion That something was coming So he became a gun That he could hide in a jacket And make believe he had an erection All the time He could penetrate anything His tongue was a curse His attitude was a bullet And he'd shoot you down Without a second thought Grenades in their eyes And death is their prize Peace will arise and destroy the lies So he became G.I. Joe, killing his family Not the enemy A human gun Made and manufactured In the United Snakes of America. There are bombs standing on the corners of the cities Waiting to explode at the slightest touch Baggy shadow street boys Stand cocked ready to fire Their eyes are grenades And the pin is about to be pulled They are warriors looking for a rites of passage They are young lions enchanted by the sound of their roar They are diamonds treated like worthless stones They are rivers with nowhere to run They are dreams unfulfilled Desires buried in the remains of an abandoned soul They are the beauty of spring Blinded by the snowstorms of winter Soon they will see their beauty, their strength, their love And like the rivers flow into sea They will unite as one Then our voice Will be more powerful than a gun And as we speak We'll get things done Grenades in their eyes And death is their prize Peace will arise and destroy the lies (It's got to before it's too late)