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Yeah, my Generation YIt's just what we do!Yeah, now where were you when the towers fell?When folk washed away under broke levees and tsunami swells?And it ain't hard to tell, so wide like it's hard to seeThe separation of uzi shells and artistryGuess it's the heart in me, flowing like an arteryThe can't-figure-for-the-life-of-me why our army beoverseas fighting, Bin Laden been hidingOil fields guarded, why the FUCK soldiers been dying?I'm the first to salute the troops, send 'em prayersAnd the first to give a middle finger to the fucks who sent 'em thereAnd brother, why would I ever care?How tit-for-tat get us anywhere? Come on, what's the method there?How's that gon' seek peace?When did Hip Hop die? Probably the same night as O.D.B.When we gonna realise hope is free?You can call this a love song, you can call it poetry.. whatever[Chorus]Yeah, so we say what we say like it's all or noneCause we're the ones there when the problems comeSo we're the ones tryna change the worldMy generation asks whyWe fight, we fight, we fight, we fightSongtexteWe fight, we fight with a fist to the skyWe fight, we fight, we fight, we fightWe fight, we fight with a fist to the skyYeah, what happened to the power of one man's voicewhen boys my age die from one man's choice?Happy sipping brews in the sun with the boysAll I need is a push but fuck a Rolls-RoyceHow long we gonna let cash rule in the habit ofnot appreciating what the planet's got?I stopped, switched off the idiot box, fuck a channel swapWhy not? It's real life when the camera's offI'm like Martin Luther King with a dreamAnd it sure as shit don't involve Gretel KilleenMake use of my God-given right to speakNo threat of bombs dropping's gonna silence meAin't it worth it if we die free?When did Hip Hop die? Probably the same night as B.I.G.This from the heart, piece by pieceYou want to call this a love song? Well it's sweet by me.. whatever man[Chorus]My mouth drops to the trail blazers, no path guideto show the way they made, we don't ask whyWe just laugh at how the industry was so damn blindto Hip Hop from our backyard, no gang signsAnd no cocked nines, none of that nahJust hot rhymes from our own kind, young Aussie mindsWhy some push poison like the love's there for exploiting?How long can the culture avoid 'em?Why bother? We good brother, they took coverThey mainstream, even our big names hooked up undergroundI'm asked how I grind till I'm beatLike why would I stay? Bro, why would I leave?It's one life, one may do with lessThey say Hip Hop died, but that's a lie in the A-U-SWe going strong from strength to strengthAussie youth of today backed us, so we represent for them.. my dudes man[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania