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Knowledge

I know that things are getting tougher
When you can't get the top off from the bottom of the barrel.
Wide open road of my future now...
It's looking fucking narrow.
All I know is that I don't know nothing.
We get told to decide.
Just like as if I'm not going to change my mind.]All I know is that I don't know nothing.
Watcha gonna do with yourself,
Boy better make up your mind...
Watcha gonna do withourself boy,
You're running out of time.
This time I got it all figured out:
All I know is that I don't know nothing...
And that's fine.

Sound System

(Chorus)
Sound system gonna bring me back up
One thing that I can depend on.
Try to describe to the limit of my ability:
It's there for a second
Then it's given up what it used to be.
Contained in music somehow more than just sound,
This inspiration comind and twisting things around
Because you always know that it's gonna have to go
You always know that you' be back in the cold.
Point of departure sublimated in a song
It's always coming to give me that hope for just a second
then it's gone, but!
(Chorus)
Static pulse inside of music bringing us escape.
It's always temporary, changing nothing it it's wake...
Just a second where we're leaving all this shit behind.
Just a second but it's leaving just this much in mind:
To resist despair, that second makes you see...
To resist despair, because you cange everything...
To resist despair, in this world is what it is to be free.
(Chorus)
Wake up turn my box on,
Bust the shade, let the sun in.
Times getting tougher 'bout time to start runnin' Box in my hand music by misde
Skankin' to the rhythm of the music by my side.

Jaded

Somthing breaks inside of you
With the spectacle of all the shows
With fifteen fights and your six bucks
Has gone up some promoters nose.
Jaded eyes see clearly, but only half of what's there
Goold old days are left behind, what's left is boredom and despair.
But sometimes everyone once in a while....
It's beautifule, I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way.
If I said different, it would be a lie.
What was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect,
But are you just upset because your own social clique has left?
Leave when you want, because I know that someday I will too
But I won't burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool!

Take Warning

Stand by your friends, wrong or right
Can' call that justice when it's just a stupid excuse to fight,
Single out and attack the ones who got no defense.
You call that a new way of thinking, I call it regression to ignorance.
Take warning
There's a new generation coming
And we really gotta stand up to them.
Nobody's got a thing against you
Unless you've got something to prove.
We don't need no set of standards,
We don't need no new set of rules.
Heard all that shit before
About stomping out any difference.
We say stand together!
(not to fight just to exist)
Take warning
Intimidation coming
And we really gotta say not to them
Enough is enough is enough!
Why don't you just ease up!
I saw another beat down last night, take warning.
Who's the next to hit the ground tonight? take warning.
 
The Crowd

Wrenched into the world, deanesthetized,
Blurry images fight their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm, fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating, thirty seconds to the door.
I look outside, I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feeling under covers like books on a shelf,
If we're scared of one another,
Must be scared of ourself,
More than just another crowd, we need a gathering instead.
*Drink drink in the badland, liquid bread for the ppor.
Another member of the growd goes down to drown at the liquor store
Choose your escape in the heartland
Of product and demand when you feel like a wasp in the swarm
You gotta get away anyway that you can.
(Chorus)
 
Bombshell

Down in south Oakland
Off East 14th it's raining.
Six A.M. on Sunday and the bums are praying.
Met her at a party we were drunk, now we're sober
She said it's cold got long walk home come over
She's a bombshell
I've retraced my steps a thousand times,
Seems like I've spent hours asking all my friends abour her.
Been six months but I'll never be the same:
Nobody remembers her name
She's a bombshell
(Chorus)
 
Unity
There's a war goin' down between my brothers tonight,
I don't want no war goin' down tonight.
Civilization? Ha! I call it as I see it.
I call it bullshit! You know, I still cannot believe it
Our evolution now has gone the way of hate
A world evolved resolved into its stupid fate.
Stop this war!
All so different yeah, I say we're all the same
All caught, you know, in the division game.
Self destruction fast impending like a bullet.
No one can stop it, once it's fired, no one can control it.
Stop this war!
A final word, wait it's not a call to action
We ain't no sect, we ain't no fucking faction
Unity, Unity, you've heard it all before,
This time it's not exclusive we want to stop a war.
Unity as one, stand together
Unity, evolution's gonna come!
 
Vulverability
I saw this guy go down
Wasn't time for fear
Before his body hit the ground.
(Chorus)
Our vulnerability is all our insensitivity,
Car that hit him pulled to a stop.
Driver hid the bottles
He anticipated the cops.
(Chorus)
Crowd assembled to take a look at death.
Shattered skull fragile body
Blacktop running red.
(Chorus)
People looked bored
Like expecting more
People looked bored like expecting more.
(Chorus)
And sympathy is only friendship's whore, you know,
And maybe we don't know who we are anymore.
Another spectacle, and it's respectable
To take it lightly like another TV show.
So desensitized, so dehumanized
Why stop and think when you can find someplace to go.
We're drowning...
(Chorus)
And it's gonna be the death of us just you wait and see.
 
Bankshot
(instrumental)
 
One of these Days
(Traditional)
 
Gonna Find You
Well I saw this kid get beaten down because he was out of luck
In the lottery of acceptance in the school of browing up.
Saw a bunch of convicts doing time inside a cage.
Got locked in factories within the school of paid wage.
(Chorus)
Saw this boy so strung out that his body sweats and shakes
From his field education in the school of cheap escape.
Got told the school of human thinking teaches only truth
and one of its educations gonna find you.
(Chrous)