"The Forgotten Ones"
Intro:
No Honor Among Kings
Strike fast
When nights black
It’s all a heist man
Lives get high-jacked by the crimes of finance
To get your rights back
Go to war, burn a white flag
When the poor get buried, light a match
We’re canaries in the mine shaft
Verse 1:
Where will they go, when they’re kicked out of their homes?
Who will they rob, when they lose their jobs
Who gets killed, when folks can’t pay the bills
Who slayed your niece, when babies need to eat
When everywhere is gentrified, who get’s left to die?
Who gets arrested for flying signs, can’t pay the fines
You wonder why, we undermine their designs
Those who baked the pie deserve a fair slice
Rich parasites won’t share a bite
They pave over paradise
Then wonder why terror strikes
Your too scared of their might
To step out of line
But I’m fuckin' down to fight, down to grind
Cause suckers want us outta sight outta mind
Robbed on the job for hours of our time
The most important thing that we own in our lives
Artists, Writers, Musicians UNITE
Hip-Hoppers, Punk Rockers
Choose @ Side
Buskers, Street Kids, Hustlers
Get it poppin' tonight
Drop some dynamite
Topple corporate giants
When the time is ripe
Pigs can’t stop a force of lions
Hook:
Cockin' Guns
We’re the Forgotten Ones
Ain’t Got a Lot
But There Are a Lot of Us
Who get Left to Rot
On the Bottom Rungs
So We Scheme & Plot
Like Robin Hood
& Mob Deep
On Your Metropolis
& Share the Feast
That Belongs to All of Us
Free the Populace from Greed and Dominance
I shot the Sherriff of Nottingham
We’re Tougher
Than Any Cage He Could Lock Us In
We Will Not Run
We’re the Forgotten Ones
Ain’t Got a Lot
But There Are a Lot of Us
Who get Left to Rot
On the Bottom Rungs
So We Scheme & Plot
Like Robin Hood
& Mob Deep
On Your Metropolis
& Share the Feast
That Belongs to All of Us
Free the Populace from Greed and Dominance
Verse 2:
It’s a paradox
A Catch 22
We're never given a fair shot
By those that rule
Why we ain’t scared of the cops
That protect ya silver spoons
We’ll climb the bean stalk
And steal his golden goose
Fight or flight
So unite to win
Get off the fence
We’re risking life and limb
Through thick or thin
It’s sink or swim
So resist 'til your very last inch
Don’t choke, flinch, or retreat
See a pigs nose go for broke
Until he turns the other cheek
How we roll when
We hang by the skin of our teeth
Fewer jobs, means the price of life is cheap
They slashin' food stamps
We can’t provide for our seeds
In a flash, we’ll spark riots in the streets
We need friends to make ends meet
Don’t just make amends
Take revenge with me
& bite the hand that beats
Aristocracy is obsolete
& democracy is a fantasy
Guilty until proven wealthy is insanity
From sea to shining sea
Reclaim ya humanity
Hook:
Cockin' Guns
We’re the Forgotten Ones
Ain’t Got a Lot
But There Are a Lot of Us
Who get Left to Rot
On the Bottom Rungs
So We Scheme & Plot
Like Robin Hood
& Mob Deep
On Your Metropolis
& Share the Feast
That Belongs to All of Us
Free the Populace from Greed and Dominance
I shot the Sherriff of Nottingham
We’re Tougher
Than Any Cage He Could Lock Us In
We Will Not Run
We’re the Forgotten Ones
Ain’t Got a Lot
But There Are a Lot of Us
Who get Left to Rot
On the Bottom Rungs
So We Scheme & Plot
Like Robin Hood
& Mob Deep
On Your Metropolis
& Share the Feast
That Belongs to All of Us
Free the Populace from Greed and Dominance
Verse 3:
We couldn’t make the payments
Now we’re kicked to the pavement
It’s insane children freeze
When buildings are vacant
Like the people under the stairs
Chained in the basement
The down-trodden
Face displacement
We want housing
Gotta take it back
Raise the stakes
Slay these fat cats
We need a jail break
Face the facts
Cut the barbed wire
Now we dressed in all black
Spark desire
To smash the bars of this cage
Fight fire with fire to go out in a blaze
Tear down the fences
Friends un-arrested
Sledgehammers to the walls of this prison
Send a message
To those that oppress
We don’t need your blessings
To achieve our aims
We’ll do what it takes
To break our chains
No one has the right
To exploit and enslave
So I draw a line in the sand
Got the spine to take a stand
& the teeth to bite the hand
Tenants are peasants
To those who lord the land
Companies got blood on their brands
It's not safe to leave my fate
In the palms of greedy men
Until we get free
Take the streets again
They prey on the powerless
That's sheer cowardice
Do you know how late the hour is?
