Lift Your Fist Lyrics - Guru

Yeah.. Guru, huh, The Roots 

Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist 

Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon 

(Uhh) 

[Chorus: Black Thought] 

To all my people, just lift your fist 

Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice 

How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? 

Either way you got to lift your fist; we get it down like this 

To all my people, ball up your first 

Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice 

How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? 

Either way you got to lift your fist 

[Black Thought] 

Yo, c'mon 

We livin life close to the edge, don't push 

But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the Cold Crush 

It's kids on the street strapped, huffin that kush(?) 

They eyein the next cat, livin all plush 

I guess frustration make a brother do what he must 

What's the combination that can make a human erupt 

Team leaders gettin mutinied up, who couldn't read 

the signs, thinkin the day and times is (??) 

[Guru] 

Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass 

Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past 

Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain 

It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain 

Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered 

Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered 

And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own 

but the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own 

[Chorus] 

[Guru] 

Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand 

that somebody do somethin soon, and let's examine 

the facts, behind the violent attacks 

Behind the daily gunplay the cocaine and the crack 

Thug season - what's the reason for the treason? 

Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin 

Take money money make money money money.. 

[Chorus] 

[Black Thought] 

Yo - from the time they eyes open til the clock strike death 

Brothers is stressed, walkin 'round holdin they chest 

They got the government surveyin they steps and can't breathe 

They dynamitin them projects to smithereens 

Money comin but them days too few and far between 

You tryin to taste just what the world's offering, ya'mean? 

I seen enough to make a grown man scream 

Brothers thirsty and hongry to get that thing 

[Guru] 

Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle 

Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle 

Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped 

Too few role models; just gangsters and pimps 

Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb 

or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun? 

I'm the one - I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier 

Me and The Roots, word up, we takin over