We’re brothers of a different kind but of the same mind, un-blind.
They say we are public enemies, the epitome of what they don’t like.
Until you hear us, “Don’t Believe the Hype”…
The system hates that we are not spineless, won’t drink the Clorox
Un-torn, not mindless.
Considered rebels, the reasons are several. Number one: they can’t keep
us down, we’re on a level.
We won’t be like them and their kin, I’m choosing to move the masses to
action from my pen.
So when they hear me, they fear me: alarmed. These words I speak are
“Louder Than a Bomb”.
Thinking I’m organizing a radical mix, trying to wipe me out like
the party started in 66’.
I’m not Newton, Cleaver, Seale, Garvey, Nat, Martin, Malcolm or Mandela.
But the attitude I posses is quite stellar.
That’s why they label us gang-bangers, thugs, hooligans and racist.
Weary of the movement, they can’t face this…
They can salt us down, lie on us and spread their propaganda about our cause.
Still we remain, they cannot contain “A Rebel Without a Pause”…
Inspired by Public Enemy “It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back”
– Thomas D. Payne