United we stand, united we fight

For what we believe in and our for rights

Me and my friends, we have a band

We have a voice and we take a stand

When the rebels are mad and they're looking for you

There is no place to hide

You better watch out ‘cause we're coming tonight

Run motherfucker, run

In Beverly Hills you can hear the chink

But down in the ghetto the poverty stinks

A ten year old boy he's sniffing glue

There is not much left for him to do