Inkstains Lyrics - Singles - Phat Chance

Bring that beat in sound the drums, 

The single finger in the air amidst a thousand thumbs, 

Hitchhiking out of here on the back of a truck; 

My message is the snare drowning out the pounding toms; 

I'm not the same shit you've heard before; 

My heart is the beat on the first and fourth; 

Hip-hop isn't dead this is urban law; 

We'll drag that horse to water and make it thirst for more; 

Turn that trickle to a stream and that stream to a geyser; 

Our dreams are the fire that'll burst it forth 

Break dance on the soap box the curb has formed; 

Music is our white flag on an earth at war; 

Discontent is the anvil where these words are formed; 

The fuel on the fire that you burnt this for; 

This song goes out to those who've heard the call; 

If the law serves the rich then we'll serve the poor; 

Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound, 

And an eye on our way, way, down; 

Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared; 

That our people are weighed, weighed down; 

Everybody at the stage, who can catch my gaze, 

Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down; 

By every minute of the day that we day that we waste; 

Not changing our ways, 

Drop that beat out, settle the groove in; 

I'll do what I gotta do to get you to tune in; 

My inner child's off cutting sick on the mood swings; 

But playground tactics are the reason I do this; 

Aint it sick that we hide from the truth, 

Till advice on a loop makes us look past the movie screen; 

All these films about aliens and space ships, 

Might amaze kids, who forget that their the future's bleak; 

Alright, yeah we're kind of on a losing streak, 

But won't forget a victory for a few defeats; at least; 

Racism isn't even what it used to be; 

The man can barely even draw that gap between blue and green; 

And though I do complain we aren't truly free; 

We are still who we choose to be; 

We are still when we move to a beat; 

So when they ask why, I'll tell them I choose to speak; 

Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound, 

And an eye on our way, way, down; 

Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared; 

That our people are weighed, weighed down; 

Everybody at the stage who can catch my gaze, 

Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down; 

By every minute of the day that we day that we waste; 

Not changing our ways, 

For every head I offend with the lyrics I take down; 

Or women I've loved who might break down; 

For all my family and friends, I hope we stand to the end; 

I can't edit a word it's too late now; 

For every face in the crowd, that I make proud, 

Cause we've all taken hits but won't stay down; 

I might never say I'm great, but I'm grateful, 

Cause I don't believe that a king would ever wear that fake crown; 

Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound, 

And an eye on our way, way, down; 

Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared; 

That our people are weighed, weighed down; 

Everybody at the stage, who can catch my gaze, 

Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down; 

By every minute of the day that we day that we waste; 

Not changing our ways,