ghetto robin hood
The moon is ascending over the rooftops in the slum /
Shedding its light over an half-empty bottle of rum /
In the corner right next to a sleeping bum /
This is the place in were our story takes form /
Johnny Doe left his shack /
He was shaking All was wack /
And his head was aching too /
“Yo I gotta stay on track” / He mumbled /
Cause his vision turned black / and he stumbled /
Yeah it was heavy his backpack /
Though almost empty / with some cloth and a high-tech bat /
“It’s gonna be the storm of the century” /
Yes the ski mask and the GATT / would protect him from ‘tentiary /
He was going up town / His ex-boss lived in a neat little flat /
An eternal brown gown / Yo was soon to be pulled down /
On his boss that fucking brat / He shivered as he entered the newly jacked /
He’d take every little crown / how the hell could he give me the sack? /
It had been a devastating pound / and I earned to little to stack /
-“what the? “-
Was that the familiar sound? /
(-polis siren- )
Change the focus!
(-Övergående siren-)
The familiar sound /
(-fabrikssiren-)
For the people on the ground /
Enslaved and bound /
Efficiency’s too low /
The board decides who’s to go /
And the wages are too high /
The board decide who’s to die /
Give me your hungry and your poor! /
The capitalistic freedoms are four /
When labour is demanded there’s an open door /
It’s always demanded /
Invisibly handled /
Its great immigration you can lower the wages /
And when many must share smaller pieces gang wars rages /
Just make sure you’ve got bigger cages /
To keep the winners in the game we’ve created in check /
Remember to blame problems on races faces not the rich players with the aces in the deck /
: // Shut the fuck up get up step up class war!
Its time to take action
with the –red faction and the –black bloc /
Create some funky revolution rock! /
with organised resistance we’ll see /
If these bastards like /
A raging general strike! : //
A lonely car on the empty street /
Johny sat behind the steering wheel with thoughts of defeat /
Food on the table is a right! /
To get it most people have to fight /
The methods and conditions change /
They depend on the way in which power is arranged /
With a family to support /
When the street is the court /
The choice stood between the crime and a mort /
That and the usual crack smuggling, /
Was not an option he’d seen to many kids struggling /
Now lets get back to the present /
Our hero in the ski mask has learned his lesson /
And in the silvery light of the crescent moon /
He’s been shot in the gut by a god damn loon /
Representative Of reactionary law /
For desires of equality, freedom and more /
Find this picture too raw for ya’ll? /
: // Step up step up step up class war!
Its time to take action
with the –red faction and the –black bloc /
Create some funky revolution rock! /
with organised resistance we’ll see /
If these bastards like /
A raging general strike! : //
In a world controlled by the republicrats /
Words are nice but real life takes a different stance /
People are determined to fall through cracks /
They have no hopes and they have no chance /
Leeches are allowed to profit max /
Laws are made by men take a glance /
And fuck that modern day roman pax /
Pierce the system with a righteous lance!/
: // Get up get up get up class war!
Its time to take action
with the –red faction and the –black bloc /
Create some funky revolution rock! /
with organised resistance we’ll see /
If these bastards like /
A raging general strike! : //