We’re looking at the world in which we live in Some people see that as a curse But we must see it as a blessing, a struggle We’ve got to come up out of the struggle You know, for a resurrection, not for incarceration We’ve got to free our mind Music is a blessing from God Don’t let nobody player-hate on the culture Stand up, pay the truth to power Let’s keep struggling We’ve got to keep our struggle alive It’s not a curse; it’s a blessing
Hold the crowd down, crowd down like gravity Down like gravity, down
Cross the heart, heart and hope to die, die! Forget
Hold the crowd, hold crowd down, down, down… Hold the crowd down, hold crowd down…
Cross the heart and hope to die, die! Nothin’ from me
Cross the heart, cross the heart and hope to die! Forget Down, down, down, down…