Ryan Bingham - Rising of the Ghetto lyrics
[Ryan Bingham - Rising of the Ghetto lyrics]
Can you hear the sound
Of footsteps gather round? Loud and clear
Been going round here for years
From land to the sea
From shackle to city streets
They struggle and strike
Troubling through day and night
Two colors of skin
Who stand here to all join in
Among the crowd, say all loud
The time is now, for the rising
Of the ghetto for the rising, of the ghetto
There's no turning around
We will never be put down
Alive and well, we have not the time to fear
It's here and it's real
For all who can see and feel
To speak up for truth
To speak up for me and you
Time and again, it ways for us to join in
Among the crowd, say out loud
The time is now, for the rising
Of the ghetto for the rising, of the ghetto
Well it's been a long time
Here on the wrong side
Running from flashlights
In alleys on dark nights
Watching the home team
And keep us at arm's reach
In case there's a war to feed in
And it's been the same around here, for years
And everybody's tired of the fellows
Who try to make it hard, to live, around here
Get ready for the rising of the ghetto, whoa
Of footsteps gather round? Loud and clear
Been going round here for years
From land to the sea
From shackle to city streets
They struggle and strike
Troubling through day and night
Two colors of skin
Who stand here to all join in
Among the crowd, say all loud
The time is now, for the rising
Of the ghetto for the rising, of the ghetto
There's no turning around
We will never be put down
Alive and well, we have not the time to fear
It's here and it's real
For all who can see and feel
To speak up for truth
To speak up for me and you
Time and again, it ways for us to join in
Among the crowd, say out loud
The time is now, for the rising
Of the ghetto for the rising, of the ghetto
Well it's been a long time
Here on the wrong side
Running from flashlights
In alleys on dark nights
Watching the home team
And keep us at arm's reach
In case there's a war to feed in
And it's been the same around here, for years
And everybody's tired of the fellows
Who try to make it hard, to live, around here
Get ready for the rising of the ghetto, whoa