"Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/



Promoe:

I'm here to give a voice to all the blurred faces/

the ones who vandalize and disturb neighbours/

The ones who go to court and get no legal aid/

have no rights in society but to keep the evil paid/

The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/

and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/

The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/

no history's no future, despair in their face/

The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/

like my boys got victims of boycotts/ 

you claim they're not political but to me/

the whole art form questions private property/

A political crime of passion/

this one is to my train bombing, train trashing...



Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/



Chorus:

I represent the spray paint artist/

I can feel your pain and hardships/

I know you're workin' the grave yard shift/

so you can keep that train yard hit/

And though society hate our shit/

and love feh build their great star ships/

I know as long as your brave heart ticks/

It's on your side the creators sits/



Promoe:

You're never home sleepin' always out peepin' the yard/

you doin' whole cars with no guards/

If 5-0 show up do throw ups on po-po's car/

you blow up the precinct if they put you behind bars/

You're smart, no heart for a system that hates you/

you praise true masters like Seen and Phase 2/

You amaze crews and do a one man whole train/

that'll bring fame to your name like John Coltrane/

Disregard cold rain and bad weather you'd better/

practice your letters cus you gotta get better/

Yo yo get up get out and do something/

you can't sleep cus you wanna become king of bombing/

Equipped with bomb ink and the most fat caps/

and a walkman with Promoes fat rap/



Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/



Cosmic:

Who can tell you what you can do and can not?/

Who can beat you down, smash your face and put on hand cuffs?/

Who built the cage and who makes sure you stay in it?/

Who can break the law, break your jaw and get away with it?/

Who sets up trials then calling you a liar?/

Who is out spying preparing train yards with barbed wire?/

Who represent the evil with no regret?/

Who forget about the people and what punishment we get?/

but yo Who is out jumping electrified fences?/

Who is throwing rocks at hidden camera lenses?/

Who is getting raw shitty to get up all city?/

who is writing graffiti but never admit that they did it?/

Who is discriminated and not told the truth?/

Who's affiliated to killers according to the news?/

Who goes by the names of Suer, Swob and Jeis/

Kaos, Side, Heis, Cake and Obey?/ 

Who is on the frontline fighting sodomite?/

I gotta say peace to my peeps and all of my...



Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/



Chorus



Promoe:

To all my freedom fighters let me see them lighters/

if you're fed up with security guards who beat up writers/

Fed up with seeing your pieces get buffed/

police that's corrupt and leaders that bluff/

Fed up with a unjust justice system/

we gotta teach our young ones cuss the system/

If you're fed up with the gun busts, cuffs and prisons/

then let me see you pump pump up your fist son/

Listen, you hear the freedom chimes? playin' at the speed of rhyme/

tellin' you to free your mind/

Graffiti is a freedom crime, beautiful and revolutionary/

suitable for revolutionaries/

On that road seldom travelled by the multitude/

remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...



Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/



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