Find a Way by agentsofchange

So many suffer, the assault's relentless
Our world falls to pieces, and it's hardly mentioned
Cries go unheard, nerves shot with tension
Our way of life is hell, we gotta start to end this!

//Chorus//
Let's find a way (x3)
To start to end this!

The struggle carries on through the pain and sorrow
Live for today, bleed for tomorrow
These promises, so vain and hollow
Rather have this burn though that's a bitter pill to swallow!

//Chorus//

I ain't the one who ain't sweatin if I'm gon die rich
Just tryin' to keep my name off the 'No Fly List"
Kick some ol' fly shit from the city where the hope dies quick
& the kiddies let the .45s click

Smells like teen spirit, poverty and libido
The south & west sides like the favelas of Rio
Third world situation, blastin ratchets then they reload
No deniro for the schools, all dreams reduced to zero

No jobs unless moving kilos for dem c-notes
No books inside the class, solo pistolas para ninos
They shutting down the clinics, but got dolo for the C-EOs
Shorties catching sentences, when they can't even read though!

I'm from the town where Alinsky claimed
Now a days I'm feeling more like Kazinsky mane
So when you're standing over my misty grave, sing this refrain,
Yo I'm asking y'all, can this be changed?

//Chorus//

Recorded at practice on November 26, 2012.

Brian Buzzkill - Vocals
Adam Dubs - Guitar
Mike Murda - Drums
John E. Thunder - Bass Guitar
DJ Sgnik - Turntables