Coolio — The Revolution

I'm seein' bodies in the alley and blood in the valley From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Take a real close at what it look like A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on grift The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Playin tag with body bags Bullets And bloody rags Intent to put the dodge on the toe tag Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow Cuz life is full of hardships, pimp slaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Make sure what you believe is real and true Fuck the lies an' alibis, I come to realize My visual assault are wasted on blind eyes Like AT&T ya gotta make a switch Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'mma be up front With my finger on the trigger of a Mossberg Pump When the Revolution come I'mma be right there With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Lootin' an' shootin' Out doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Niggas don't be doin' what they 'posed to do They betta post on the corner with the busta crew Playin' games I used to play back in '79 With the same bullshit an' the same ol' line If you want some residual be an individual On a nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in a Sixty-fo' Your favorite line is fuck all a y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money out your pocket an' put it in the middle This ain't no rooster ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- Way back in the days we used to sling 'em in the street But now when niggas get beat They wanna go an' get their heat Everybody know that you know how to kill But tell me do you how to let a nigga live I've got a dream that maybe one day Niggas can fight then walk away I'm talkin' fisticuffs, put them pistols up, an' Shoot 'em from the shoulders To show that you can hold your I sing the song of the plight of the black man In America In a state of hysteria No longer will I accept the second rate I plan to set the record straight before I dissipate It's the one - two combination punch to the throat There's a hole in ya boat bitch That's all she wrote Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'mma be straight loc' Going out in a cloud of pistol smoke When the Revolution come....