Ghetto Youths Crew, Stephen Marley, dead prez - Dem Crazy lyrics

The police is the enemy

Everywhere the white man go, he bring misery
All throughout history look it up
Everything them bald heads touch
They fuck it up
Every government he set up, it be corrupt

Revolution

Dead prez, People Army, Steve Marley
Ghetto Youth Crew

What you know is who you are who are you?
Do you know who you are in the
World? What is your world view?
What do you go through? What
Has your life shown you?
What are you learnin’ in this so called life?
Do you have principle or do
You blow with the wind?
Do you wanna be free but
Don't know where to begin?
Do you know your enemy from your friend?
Even your kin is deeper than skin it’s
The system they keepin’ us in
Will we survive? Do you
Believe? Are we afraid?
Would you rather have control of your
Life or be a slave?
Show me a sign a pig ain't no homey of mine
They own me what's mine I'll show you
If you loan me your nine
I'm only concerned for tables to turn
When the people learn the
Truth about the system, the cities will burn
And I stand firm, like Shaka Zulu
These crackers can't stop uhuru

Dem crazy, Dem crazy dem crazy, Dem crazy
Chase those crazy bald heads
Right out of town

This is what we be waitin’ for? 21st century
Still poor
World war, they want me to kill for
What happened to the future
They always predicted?
With new science fictional things
And space visit's
I've seen two sides us against them
Police troops ride with four to five men
Prison businesses boomin’, senators grin
People searchin’ for answers where to begin?
Capitalism born from the backs of blacks
White folks relax, live off the kick backs
Gettin’ worked to the bone, yo
Build this country
Further exploited by class to make money
Filthy rich capitalist with blood loot
Use main frames systems to bank and compute
With the next technology
Credit through the wires
Internet growth demand more suppliers
Welfare, elderly checks, and wage workers
All us, elephants trapped in they circus
Ain't fightin’ over manmade chips no more
When the lights go out
It's gon’ belong to the poor

Dem crazy, Dem crazy dem crazy, Dem crazy
Chase those crazy bald heads
Right out of town

Everything you got is what you took from me
Conditions on my block
Just like we in slavery
Everything you got is what you took from me
Conditions on my block
Just like we in slavery

(Ad-Libs) i'm feelin’, oh, what I feel

Everywhere the white man go, he bring misery
All throughout history you can look it up
Everything them bald heads touch
They fuck it up
Every government he set up, it be corrupt

Where the soldiers at?
Where the warriors at? Where the riders at?
Where them fighters at?
Where the soldiers at?
Where the warriors at? Where the riders at?
Freedom fighters at?

Soon we’ll find out who
Is the real revolutionary
True soldiers don't die long live
All legends: Nat Turner, malcolm X