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To Rise Out of the Ashes


It was cold that night Love was gold that night "Twentyfive to life," the judge screamed He added an extra 25 because we fleed the scene It was me, my brother Jacob, and Rob Another day on the move and always on our job We would pray and put our prayers into action The right wing flying asks the left wing "whats happening?" Three brothers from the east Going head on full collision with the beast Guns and arms discipline and peace All in pursuit of the promised land, the dream I heard Martin, felt Malcom, and lived Garvey They hate us because they ain't us their sole purpose to bring heartache We march at the break of dawn Anyone trying to take us on Fall to the power within us it won't take too long Power to the people with fists in the air Beautiful black women with afro picks in their hair The misinformed can only misinform And the hard of hearing must listen on Gun shots ring out and I'm hit My brothers besides me load up the next clip It's us for us and nobody for evil We gotta do what we gotta do and do that for the people Panthers victourious The moonlight is glorious Three O'clock on the dot but this isn't how the story ends Even if we get sent to prison The fight for freedom continues so make your descision Will you get up or give in Let up or get in-volved Only you can answer the call For the people you and I will always stand tall For the people
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