| Can you hear the sound, of footsteps gather round?
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| Loud and clear, been going round here for years
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| From land to the sea, from shackle to city streets
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| They struggle and strike, troubling through day and night
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| Two colors of skin, who stand here to all join in
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| Among the crowd, say all loud
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| The time is now, for the rising
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| Of the ghetto
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| For the rising, of the ghetto
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| There’s no turning around, we will never be put down
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| Alive and well, we have not the time to fear
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| It’s here and it’s real, for all who can see and feel
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| To speak up for truth, to speak up for me and you
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| Time and again, it ways for us to join in
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| Among the crowd, say out loud
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| The time is now, for the rising
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| Of the ghetto
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| For the rising, of the ghetto
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| Well it’s been a long time, here on the wrong side
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| Running from flashlights, in alleys on dark nights
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| Watching the home team
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| And keep us at arm’s reach, in case there’s a war to feed in
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| And it’s been the same around here, for years
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| And everybody’s tired of the fellows
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| Who try to make it hard, to live, around here
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| Get ready for the rising of the ghetto, whoa |