Break The Chain

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This is the first song I wrote for Prisoners of War. When I was signed to Guerrilla Funk, Paris planned to release this track as the album's single.

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Yeah.
Take a look at the past so we can create the future.
And shape the future.
You know what I mean?

Verse 1:

There were times all day was spent on Broadway
Hardly move, 7 sip brews nonchalantly
Play the spot we, chilling, relaxing
Watching Dominicana fly girls passing
Peep cousin asking for digits and names
Spitting his game, but yo something isn't the same
It lives in the brain, listen to trains speeding overhead
Decisions remain, smoking lead or a loaf of bread
You know it was said by Jesus Christ
It would be easier to fit a camel through a needle's eye
Than for a rich man to go to heaven when he die
When will I? Probably on the war field
'Cause revolution pumping through my veins is all I feel
Don't get it twisted, I ain't enlisted in no religion
Or superstition, but take the jewels and leave the lies
See through the eagle eyes, see that's how we survive
Some live illegal lives, the criminal is the rich man
We just trying to dig ourselves up out of this ditch man
Land of opportunity, but you don't see that shit man
Five fifteen, nine to five, it's a bitch man

Chorus:

I reminisce on times, my rhymes never miss
It's a bitch ain't it? This shit's tainted
Operating, in the interests of the rich, while we ain't got shit
But the little bit of crumbs that gets thrown on our way
We on our way, to make a change
And all I say, is revolution break the chains

Verse 2:

I ain't slaving for your company, so fuck what you want from me
I'd rather die free than to ever live comfortably
You're an owner, I'm a worker, nothing's the same
And a raise in the wage ain't changing our pain
We create all the profits that go into your pockets
And what do we get? A little check from your office
I'm on a work stoppage, I refuse
To make your ass richer while my whole class loose
I grab mics and spit for whoever is listening
Frankie in Connecticut, Isha out in Michigan
Chris and them, hold me down in the Bronx fam
To my man 7Wounds down in Maryland
Steady making tracks that hit cats like heroin
My daughters, think about you no matter where I am
Sorry things happened like they did, and I really miss you
Keep your daddy in your heart and I'll always be with you

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

While the here and now is occurring, it's turning to the past
And it's too late to save it
But the future don't occur, we create it, let's make it happen
According to the time line, it's my time to take some action
Of revolutionary shape and fashion, by break and bashing
You know attacking the system
Twenty four seven in whatever chance I get sun
Fuck politicians, let my ammunition hit them
Same with cops, army generals and naval ops
Revolution burning inside of me 'til my days are stopped
That's the only way I'll stop, this I promise you
You'll never see me quit, like electricity to an Amish dude
What the fuck is wrong with you, waving the flag
That stands for the annihilation of the Indians
Same flag was waving, they was enslaving the Africans
The past is the path to the future, tell me what's happening

(Chorus)

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from Prisoners of War, released January 30, 2009
Produced by Sun Rise Above. Recorded by Sneaky Mike at Sneaky Studios (Pittsburgh, PA).

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"Reframing Public Enemy's uncompromising calls for revolution within a more millennial sonic paradigm." -CNet

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