The Battle of Los Angeles

Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha rui

A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the master

Through steel walls Your voice blastin' on True rebel my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set all tha prairie fires on Make tha masses a mastodon path To trample tha fascists on At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine Wit

Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A Silent play in the shadow of power A

My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man But not a broken

The movie ran through me The glamour subdued me The tabloid untied me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so blood

sleep now in the fire rage against the machine the world is my expense the cost of my desire jesus blessed me with its future and i protect it with fire so raise your fists just dont take what you need ill jail and bury those committed and smother th

feel the funk blast (whispered) feel the funk blast (whispered) well feel the funk blast yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out yo yo yo i be walkin god like a dog my narrative fearless word war returns to burn like baldwin home from paris, uh like steel