Truth is the Power written produced and performed by Emcee Lynx The chorus was sung by Marie and my Father played the guitar.
they tell my little brothers lies in these schools I despise tryin' to condition our minds, so my people never rise but there's gonna come a time, and we'll reach for the skies and that dream of a better world will be realized I hear the cries of slain infants in my sleep when I dream my people murdered by the millions makin' money for the kings of commerce, I rehearse this plan in my hand break the chains that seperate us, and stand like a Man 'cuz Uncle Sam's the only criminal that I ever need to fear poor white and poor black, ya'll we all cry the same tears so many years we've run scared, with our judgment impared played off against each other, only a few have ever dared to go down like John Brown, ya'll Sacco and Vanzetti these are the heroes of my childhood, but our people ain't ready for the revolution, it's the only solution, ya'll we've free our minds and clear the confusion we're runnin out of time, give me a sign if you feelin me we got to stand strong bring the power and the unity in this community of struggle, it's where I find my strength to rise another day, step back from the brink I got to think positive, to fight the negative beat back the brainwash, like most people never did freein' our minds one more time, through the rythym and the rhym got to learn to stand together, they're existance is a crime rewind in my mind to find the truth that be shinin like a light through the night, it breaks the chains that been bindin' our hearts and our souls to keep us under control drop beats to wake ya up, break ya free from the flow
truth is the power that will break our chains and we will STOP _ the forces of destruction healing is the power that flows through our veins and we will rise on the flames of freedom....
they play patriot games with no fear and no shame and when it goes wrong they'll find someone to blame scapegoats if hope floats then fear does the same and so many have so little but their chains and their pain I rain words like blades to crack walls like eggs meanest rappin machine you've ever seen on two legs never touch the blunts, don't drink from the kegs but when I flow it's my goal to spread ideas like plagues like a virus inverted - I heal with these words upper class controls thoughts, and blunts minds with the herb pigs oppressin', you can bet they'll get kicked to the curb raise my fist and my flag, I take action like verbs but the prison's keep fillin, the pigs keep killin' and when we fight back we get painted as villains television is your god, and it raises your children big brothers in the box, he's the master of millions many minds encased, many minds erased and the few that fight back get teargassed and maced beat down around town, we get shot at and chased hunted down and locked up downtown upstate I break my chains with the truth, and rise on the flames of freedom, I see 'em and I'm not playin games drop bombs on oppressors from their own warplanes when the revolution comes on the winds of change I change bad for good like logs for trees lookin for the answer that's blowing in the breeze never ever come fake, and you can check my steez, got to get out the city cuz it makes me weeze I light fires in your mind and fires in the homes of the rich I sink ships, shake fools like bones not scared of death, it frees my soul to roam and when I'm fighting for my people, I'm never alone
cuz freedom's what you make it, won't come unless you take it stand up on the corner, got to grab it and shake it because I live by the mic and it's impossible to fake it memorize the rulebook and then I take it a