Fight Here - The Procussions, ahmad, Afrobots

Now if you hear this on your radio show

Well you should know that we fearless and never playing a role

Soul interfering with those whose appearance is rolling dope in your mirrors

Is blowing smoke in your ears is there any hope for the years

Of we golden age stowaways who would have thought that the olden days

Be bought by the dear Varuca Salt with a golden egg

We throw away our principles and print the bull as propaganda

I’m a block the camera with rhymes that stop the hand that drops the hammer

Time to spark the anvil and twist the steel of mans will

When the gifted feel their plans will steady lift what’s real from shambles

We gambling like mobs to mandolins who rob the hands of men

A candle in the corridor who lights the way for man to win

Wake em up, wake em up

Get em moving, get em moving

Make it work, make it work

We better do it, better do it

Right now, right now

Right here, right here

Fight now, fight now

Fight fear, fight fear