Can Feel The heat now and the beat of the drums
The taste Of defeat now is what we´re sick of
All of our lives we break our backs
Being raised on the wrong side of the trcks
And there ain´t no choices being brought foth our way
You can sit on the fence
Put up no offence
Or stand up with the rest of us
Cuz we´ve spent our tolerance
No Justice, No Peace
It´s time to tke to the streets
The fires have been started and they burns so brigth
Our class has been discardes so we must figth
The scales of justice must be overthrown
In favour of this nation´s undergrowth
I´d rather die a rebel than slave
The taste Of defeat now is what we´re sick of
All of our lives we break our backs
Being raised on the wrong side of the trcks
And there ain´t no choices being brought foth our way
You can sit on the fence
Put up no offence
Or stand up with the rest of us
Cuz we´ve spent our tolerance
No Justice, No Peace
It´s time to tke to the streets
The fires have been started and they burns so brigth
Our class has been discardes so we must figth
The scales of justice must be overthrown
In favour of this nation´s undergrowth
I´d rather die a rebel than slave