Phat Chance - Inkstains lyrics

Bring that beat in sound the drums, The single finger in the air amidst a thousand thumbs, Hitchhiking out of here on the back of a truck; My message is the snare drowning out the pounding toms; I'm not the same sh** you've heard before; My heart is the beat on the first and fourth; Hip-hop isn't dead this is urban law; We'll drag that horse to water and make it thirst for more; Turn that trickle to a stream and that stream to a geyser; Our dreams are the fire that'll burst it forth Break dance on the soap box the curb has formed; Music is our white flag on an earth at war; Discontent is the anvil where these words are formed; The fuel on the fire that you burnt this for; This song goes out to those who've heard the call; If the law serves the rich then we'll serve the poor; Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound, And an eye on our way, way, down; Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared; That our people are weighed, weighed down; Everybody at the stage, who can catch my gaze, Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down; By every minute of the day that we day that we waste; Not changing our ways, Drop that beat out, settle the groove in; I'll do what I gotta do to get you to tune in; My inner child's off cutting sick on the mood swings; But playground tactics are the reason I do this; Aint it sick that we hide from the truth, Till advice on a loop makes us look past the movie screen; All these films about aliens and space ships, Might amaze kids, who forget that their the future's bleak; Alright, yeah we're kind of on a losing streak, But won't forget a victory for a few defeats; at least; Racism isn't even what it used to be; The man can barely even draw that gap between blue and green; And though I do complain we aren't truly free; We are still who we choose to be; We are still when we move to a beat; So when they ask why, I'll tell them I choose to speak; Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound, And an eye on our way, way, down; Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared; That our people are weighed, weighed down; Everybody at the stage who can catch my gaze, Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down; By every minute of the day that we day that we waste; Not changing our ways, For every head I offend with the lyrics I take down; Or women I've loved who might break down; For all my family and friends, I hope we stand to the end; I can't edit a word it's too late now; For every face in the crowd, that I make proud, Cause we've all taken hits but won't stay down; I might never say I'm great, but I'm grateful, Cause I don't believe that a king would ever wear that fake crown; Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound, And an eye on our way, way, down; Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared; That our people are weighed, weighed down; Everybody at the stage, who can catch my gaze, Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed down; By every minute of the day that we day that we waste; Not changing our ways,