Which Side Are You on? Remix - Rebel Diaz, Dead Prez, Rakaa Iriscience

Which side are you on

Which side are you on, boy?

See before I draw the line, I gotta welcome you close

To all the folks who knew Obama sold the people a hoax

Gave the money to suckas while our community’s still poor

Withdrew the troops, but started another war

Colonized and terrorized and created an oil crisis

So they could make a killin' on food and gas prices

Prisons is filling, they tryna lock up the future

Militarize borders and control of computers

While the stupid bumping music that ain’t healthy for the shawties

Povertize the schools and policeman in the hallways

Can’t be dormant, I’ve awoken, rise up, be ready

Brought the family with us and we hold the machete

Ridin' the fence, ridin' the fence

Too many people be ridin' the fence

Yeah you say you’re ready for war but are you convinced — I’m not convinced

If you’re a writer, freedom fighter, crime exciter, then let’s do this

We can make one big united middle finger to the U. S

Gimme the bravest and the truest, fuck the hippest and the coolest

We’re gonna spark the revolution, and cross it off our to-do list

Put your foot down if you look down on this criminal system

Put your book down, and get shook down like my niggas in prison

Don’t be condemning and condoning they actions in one sentence

Now keep in mind, you decide

Is you a patriot or a menace to society

To riot or sit by quietly

But don’t pull out your flag and try to say you gon' ride with me

You flip-flopping like hip-hopping, I don’t get locked in that trick box

Get got like Big and Pac, shit’s got to stop

I am the people not the pig, I repeat after Fred

So please blow my brains out if I ever forgive

I’m with the independent thinkers, I’m down with the movers and the shakers

And the ex-henny drinkers, the non-smokers

The health advocates, the non-voters

The young bloods in the hood trainin' like soldiers

I’m on the side with the hood gardens

With the little child who don’t color inside the margins

I don’t ride the fence, I cultivate my strength

'Cause if it ain’t about power, it don’t make sense

An OG told me choose your battles wisely

In the struggle don’t forget about your children or your wifey

If you don’t see me on the podium everyday preachin' it

I hope my every action is teaching it

Revolution is a process, not a speech or a panel

Don’t bite off more than you can handle

Chi City, Palastina, Venezuela

To South Bronx baby!

Ay I still rock hard like slingshots in Palestina

Con todos los estudiantes por educación gratuita

I’m with workers uprising and the right to unionize

We ain’t crossed the border so you better legalize

I’m with Penã la Bronx, I’m still with Victor Toro

‘Cause gentrification is pollutin' my borough

Decolonize the block, make your neighborhood better

I ain’t down with the rich, I’m more Richie Perez

Don’t talk to grand juries or cooperate with feds

I’m with students, doctors, janitors, teachers

We need living wages but they don’t believe us

Manida, Baretto, Spofford, Hunts Point

My point, my hood, I love, we join

Forces

Forming RDAC-BX

Taking over buildings Rebel Diaz for the children

Politics the sickness, streets express symptoms

Caught with a quickness, big business pimps 'em

Scholars play the simpleton, fools play with wisdom

Who will stand and fight back, who will play the victim?

Trials and tribulations, here’s your generations

Stolen history and outsourced innovation

Southern tower fell, tribes are at war

The battled story not represented in the score

The game’s fixed, most of the faces and names switched

Credit stolen for all art, science, religion, language

Technology, philosophy, and the strangest

They paid in Haitian for the knowledge of the ancients

Power in words, actions, pick a side

One sickness, one cure, one love, one blood, one war

Which side are you on?

Which side are you on, boy?

Which side are you on?

Come all of you good workers

Good news to you I’ll tell

Of how the good ol' union

Has come in here to dwell