Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fight Until The End, artist - Sabac.
Date of issue: 12.10.2010
Song language: English
Fight Until The End |
Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it |
People on the streets are dyin' |
We must come together |
Fight oppression and pull de pressure |
On de system that tries to diss us |
Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us |
We don’t win, we fight again |
We gon' fight until the end, until the end |
We fight until we win, until we win |
Unjustified shootings, fatal chokings, severe beatings |
Police attack the innocent without fair reason |
Precincts are full of cowards abusin' authority |
Minorities abuse majority, people livin' in poverty |
Priority is them doin' right by the nation |
But large parts of it’s been human rights violation |
Tired of being patient waitin' for internal affairs |
To show improvements, the truth is we been burnin' for years |
Use your weapons, fight back, kid, that’s how the game goes |
My boy Kevin got his skull cracked by pigs in plain clothes |
They told him there’s regrets if he doesn’t stay calm |
And proceeded to put cigarettes out in his palm |
Now he can’t think, he can’t feel |
Sometimes you gotta grab steel, blast, peal |
Before they sentence you and serve your last meal |
I know fightin' back is easier said than actin' |
Let’s start movin' forward and stop steppin' backwards |
Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it |
People on the streets are dyin' |
We must come together |
Fight oppression and pull de pressure |
On de system that tries to diss us |
Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us |
We don’t win, we fight again |
We gon' fight until the end, until the end |
We fight until we win, until we win |
On the day me and Sabac Red drop dead |
Knocked by the feds, or get shot with a Glock in the head |
Like the Bloods on the corner, the block’ll be red |
And like the passion of Christ, there’ll be a lot to be said |
Fuck a protest in the street with all of my peeps |
My soul will never let a crooked cop’s family sleep |
And you’ll never find peace, even in retirement |
Like Amadou Diallo, cops that turned into firemen |
I’ll keep your children lyin' in a sleepin' hypnosis |
Nightmares about drownin' in a ocean of roaches |
Molested by dead bodies full of worms and locousts |
But the insects are nothin' when the judgement approaches |
Call my spirit the coldest, you say that I’m bitter |
But I’m sick of cops callin' me a spic and a nigga |
And you pigs probably won’t get the message I write you |
'Cause the industry is racist motherfuckers just like you |
Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it |
People on the streets are dyin' |
We must come together |
Fight oppression and pull de pressure |
On de system that tries to diss us |
Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us |
We don’t win, we fight again |
We gon' fight until the end |
Not everyone is built for war when it comes to cops and |
Fear plays a part, so I’ll inform you of your options |
Get the names and badges of cops from the precinct |
Show your face in the street so police know you decent |
Keep them on their toes, take flicks and videos |
Impose injustices, 'cause them clips can be gold |
Hold a coalition in your building, a new movement |
Raise cash, start a civilian-review unit |
Be aware of wrong-doings, inform your whole alliance |
Write the senator to put a end to the code of silence |
Let’s unite, fight back, know our rights, watch the government |
Apply better laws, and enforce harsher punishment |
For pigs who beat kids for no apparent reason |
We acted on the defense while battlin' the precinct |
If the system won’t respond to your truth and facts |
Bear arms, they’ve been warned, retaliate, and shoot back |
Dem shoot at us, turn around and deny it |
People on the streets are dyin' |
We must come together |
Fight oppression and pull de pressure |
On de system that tries to diss us |
Tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us |
We don’t win, we fight again |
We gon' fight until the end, until the end |
We fight until we win, until we win |