Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock the Nation, artist - Michael Franti. Album song Rock the Nation EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2001
Record label: Boo Boo Wax
Song language: English
Rock the Nation |
We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time |
A painful time, a time when cynicism rots the vine |
In a time where violence blocks the summer shine |
Lifetimes, go by in a flash |
In a search for love, in a search for cash |
Everybody wanna be some fat tycoon |
Everybody wanna be on a tropic honeymoon |
Nobody wanna sing a little bit out of tune |
Or be the backbone of a rebel platoon |
It’s too soon to step out of line |
You might get laughed at you might get fined |
But do you feel me when I say I feel pain everyday |
When I see the way my friends gotta slave |
And never get ahead of the bills they gotta pay |
No way no way |
Some make a living doing killing Columbia penicillin |
Some are willing to play the villain they just cillin' |
To pass the time, pass the information |
Or pass the wine |
Pass the buck or pass the baton |
But can’t pass the police or the pentagon |
The IRS or the upper echelon |
I think it’s time to make a move on the contradiction |
Bom-Bom, rock the nation |
Take over television and radio station |
Bom-Bom, rock the nation |
Give the corporation some complications |
This is the dawning of our time I say it one more time |
To emphasis the meaning of my rhyme |
To rise above all the dirt and grime |
Add the right spice at the right time |
Fuck the constitution |
Are we part of the solution or we part of the pollution |
Sittin' by and wonderin' why |
Things aren’t the way we like to find them to be, to be |
For you and for me the people over there and the ones in between |
Check our habitation are we a peace lovin' nation |
Peace lovin' nation |
I have a reasonable doubt I think I’ll just spell it out |
There’s no reason to scream or to shout |
The NRA just bought a man’s soul |
Then he jumps up and shouts gun control |
The government says that killin' a sin |
Unless you kill a murderer with a lethal syringe |
So I ask again «are we peace lovers then» |
Some of them slang guns when they’re six years old |
This whole damn place seems to, lost control |
So I raise my voice before I loose my soul |
This is the way I’ll express my feelings |
Vibe revealed and revolved spinnin' on a record y’all |
Try to confiscate take what I communicate with |
It’s ancient gift of the lip steady creating |
Activating passin' vocal vibrations to the blind plus seeing |
Human doesn’t mean just being |
Be coming don’t believe it just belife it |
Belongings or beloved rehearse it or recite it |
While shinning drop your guns and move your tongues |
Battle motivation in no time lyrics come |
Sometimes fun others run their mouth or away |
My minds co beaming like an early sunray |
One day we’ll get the picture and all combine |
Less the talking bout mines is mine and become one mind |
Every piece of the puzzle has its place |
To build the piece of the puzzle called the human race |
Taking it long enough we crush the journalistic |
Dyslexic critters talk backwards to rap words |
I’m sure raising my hands with questions and demands |
Statements and a plan with a map of the land |