Album: The Bottom Line
You've done some time trying to toe that line,
But your friends from the ghetto dropped the hammer on the vine.
Fear sends you running, now you're living a mime.
With your hands on the plow while your feet are doing time.
The cat may cradle with a silver spoon,
But he might as well be another man on the moon.
Because there's no way to stop the bull.
So let's get down to some rock n" roll.
Rise up against the enemy's fire,
And break those chains by the power of love against stones they threw.
You can't distinguish the truth from a liar,
When you let the things they say get a hold on you.
So stop defending the things that you do and rise up!
They will conjure allegations that's nothing new,
And demand an explanation for the changes seen in you.
So when guns are in your face, never fear disgrace.
A defensive accusation will always be their hiding place.
The cat may cradle with a silver spoon,
But he might as well be another man on the moon.
Because there's no way to stop the bull.
So let's get down to some rock n' roll.
Rise up against the enemy's fire,
And break those chains by the power of love against stones they threw.
You can't distinguish the truth from a liar,
When you let the things they say get a hold on you.
So stop defending the things that you do and rise up!
The cat may cradle with a silver spoon,
But he might as well be another man on the moon.
The cat may cradle with a silver spoon,
But he might as well be another man on the moon.
Because there's no way to stop the bull.
So let's get down to some rock n' roll.
Rise up against the enemy's fire,
And break those chains by the power of love against stones they threw.
You can't distinguish the truth from a liar,
When you let the things they say get a hold on you.
So stop defending the things that you do and rise up!
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