It's look around time, tell me what do you see,
as we're making out noises on the cheap.
Troubled minds and troubled times,
in our falling cities it all unwinds.
It's listening time, tell me what do you hear
and is the fear of knowing your biggest fear
(that all your fast track money will offer no hope)
as you cut to the chase and go for the throat.
There's a new agenda and a new generation of thought,
ideas, and anger, and a turn of fate to thicken the plot.
It's speaking out time, how loud do you speak?
Protest heard above the bleating of sheep
(like "bad-ass" homeboys spray painting walls)
as we're glued to the TV news and watch it all fall.
There's a new agenda and a new generation of thought,
ideas, and anger, and a turn of fate to thicken the plot.