[Verse 1: M1]
...So you a soldier huh?
What the bidness is?
What the mission is?
Nothing too abstract
Something definitive like...
Guard the perimeter, cleaning your 9 millimeter
Salute superiors
Thats the theory of a highly trained killing machine
But who's your team?
You army green terrorist
Or an anti-imperialist?
You reppin' red, white and blue
Or the black fist
Who do you call when freedom doesn't exist
A revolutionary is moved...
By the highest feelings of love
Said Che Guevarra
We fighting' for tomorrow
But today i feel sorrow
Cause my heart is so hollow, we shown' no love like the Apollo

[Chorus x2]
You have the right to remain sane
The right to peep the game
The right to keep on changing
Nothing stays the same
Power over Poverty
I am stolen property
Return to sender
Word to mother
You gon' Remember my name!

[continues...]