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Try to think thatThe whacker the rhythm
the killer the crime
The straighter The Rhythm
the greater the dime
The faster you spit
the faster you fall
The more you quit
the worse your call
to be king of this game
to be king of this sport
you try to rise to the top
trying to win on the court
the more you stumble
the less you"ll succeed
the worse you crumble
no way you'll be free
Your words that convey
what you wanna say
but there's no way
That you'll get through this day
Trying to say your all tough
Trying to say your all that
You don't need to be rough
you just gotta bring it all back.
To the words of the warrior
spitting his cries
telling all of his brothers
to give their lives
As the drum beats grew
and their heart beats raced
the warriors ran
leaving their lives erased.
On the field of battle
the cry
rings through your ear
The beats are swift
The beats are near
As your swords clash for honor
as your blades strike with fear
all you know
is that drum beat
ringing in your ear.
It helps build you up
when your about to fall
It helps keep you breathing
when you seem to small.
While that little drum is beating
when your black and blue
It helps keeps you fighting
for what you always knew
that words are a right
for any color you choose
that freedom is a privilege
that none shall abuse.
Some see this decree
as a one race ideal
but my people have suffered
just for a meal
From the pyramids of Giza
to the holy land or Rome
that drum beat keeps blaring
no matter where you call home.
So tell me
would It really matter
if you lent me your ears.
For that beat of the drum
that keeps the rhythm near.



