#01 The Riot Song
Hey boys and girls, it's right now
Riot very soon
Boys and girls it's right now
We're singing in of tune
Boys and girls, we have now
to rise up in arms
Hey mom and dad it's right now
riot very soon
Mom and dad, it's right now
I told you so
days have come to take back
all they stole from us
Hey girl, I have to say,
I love the way you're throwing
cobblestones on police barricades
Hey boy, I think we agree
on the methods to treat all these dirty pigs
burn their cars and for sure kick their asses
the politicians in their homes will hear the crowd
there is no way out
their heads will fall and their blood will bleed on the floor
Riot song man, I hope this day will come back soon
#02 The Abuse Song
She was lonely
In the street
she was simply going back to her room
two shadows behind her: it was two men
she thought they were gentle but they were not good
in their mind the word “no” means everything but “no”
They struck her, a bad habit
she screamed and she cried all her tears
They caught her, a daily rape
she taught them good manners in her own way
She was lonely
They were so drunk
normal and ordinary boys
as disrespectful as it means
They struck her, a bad habit
she screamed and she cried all her tears
They caught her, a daily rape
she taught them good manners in her own way
she caught them, a good revenge
They screamed then they cried all that night.
#03 The Sinner Song
Hey god!
Can you see me?
Can you see the man siting in front of me?
Hey god!
Can you hear me?
Can you see the man who is judging me?
Hey god!
Can't you hear me?
The white man thinks he knows the bad and the good
For sure I'm not a sinner
For sure the only thing wrong with me
is my skin color.
But now I'm a victim
of ambient racism.
Hey god!
Where the fuck are you?
The white man would like to end my life.
For sure I'm not a sinner
For sure the only thing wrong with me
is my skin color.
But now I'm a victim
of ambient racism.
I'm not a sinner
For sure the only thing wrong with me
is my skin color.
#04 The Vagrant Song
My body on the floor
My dirty face on the dust
You told me to go away
I had nothing to say
Don't beat me
I'm begging you man
I'm begging you
Rich men steal poor people
We take back by force
We call it rubbery
You call it justice
Rich men steal poor people
We take back by force
You call it burglary
We call it justice
Mud stains on my shoes
Nothing in my pockets
You told me to find a job
I spit on your face
But now
I'm begging you man
I'm begging you
A little knife in my hand
The cold blade on your neck
And now I can see the fear in your eyes
But now you're begging me man
You're begging me
Rich men steal poor people
We take back by force
We call it rubbery
You call it justice
Rich men steal poor people
We take back by force
You call it burglary
We call it justice
