We Are - Hello Beautiful

We are

We are

We are the world within our cell

We are

We are

Well how come you can’t hear us?

We are

We are

Come pretty, but not just drop-dead

In the face of misery

You’ll see the soul of a child droppin' nine ohs

Staring down the barrel of the arm, they

We want justice for all of us and not just us

Stand around now

Watch the world combust

Walks high for every folk who got they neck caught in a yoke wire

Harbor hops on, I know the meaning of broke

Where’s the focus, post-Katrina people still without homes

Everybody happy Monday night, they open that Dome tho

We want justice for all of us and not just us

Stand around now

Watch the world combust

That don’t make sense to what I know

The truth about the flow and how to fly for our hope

I used to turn dope to dough

That’s all I had in this land

Ripped and taken from the natives

And now they got the nerves to try to reduce the reservations?

We are

We are

We are the world within our cell

We are

We are

Well how come you can’t hear us?

We are

We are

Come pretty, but not just drop-dead

In the face of misery

Come, sit, chill in the same pages as I wish I had made it up

But this is for everybody on bottom who just ain’t made it up

Go weigh it up

They be on they camino to steal oil

But no profits stopping genocide on African soil

Oh, brothers and sisters, machines of war

Rat on us all just to kick in your front door

City lights don’t shine anymore

And most of us forgot who we’re fighting for

You can’t raise the gas price off that

Ain’t no hats

Ain’t no perhaps or maybe

The money’s in medicated

Someone somehow somewhere just had a baby

Have the girl in some places and she’s thrown in the waste bin

We are

We are

We are the world within our cell

We are

We are

Well how come you can’t hear us?

We are

We are

Come pretty, but not just drop-dead

In the face of misery

We are

We are

We are the world within our cell

We are

We are

Well how come you can’t hear us?

We are

We are

Come pretty, but not just drop-dead

In the face of misery