OVERBOARD

THERE IS SO MUCH CRYING IN THE HOOD

I WISH I COULD STOP IT, WISH I COULD

BABIES CRYING, THERE IS NO JUICE

PEOPLE ARE DYING WHERE THERE IS NO TRUCE

WEVE BEEN HERE BEFORE SO WHAT’S THE USE

WE HAVE DIED FROM SO MANY LIES

WE CAN ONLY HOPE THAT THE TRUTH, WILL SURVIVE

THERE IS SO MUCH RAIN FALLING FROM THE SKY

ON US ALL, JUST LET GO OF THE CORNERS

LET IT FALL, WE THE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN THROUGH IT ALL

LET THEM BRING THE PAIN, WE ALWAYS DO

THE SAME THING, WHILE GOING THROUGH THE SAME THING

HAIL TO THOSE WHO ARE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT

THE ALTERED TRUTH, TRUE SOLDIERS

DON’T CALL THEM TROOPS

MARCHING TREE BY TREE

FOUR BY FOUR

FIVE BY FIVE…WAKE ‘EM UP

SIX BY SIX... WAKE ‘EM UP

SEVEN BY SEVEN…WAKE ‘EM UP

EIGHT BY EIGHT…WAKE ‘EM UP

NINE BY NINE

THIS IS THE LAST TIME

THERE IS RHYTHEM WHEN WATERFALLS

SUMMONSING US ALL TO THE CALL

GRAB A BOAT, GET TO ROWING

COUNT IT, PUT IT AWAY

SAVE YOUR LAST DIME

GRAB A BOAT AND GET TO ROWING

THE MISSION IS DEEP

WHEN THE POETS ARE FLOWING