Singer: The Roots

There's something in your heart
And in your eyes.
It's the fire inside you.
Let him burn.
You don't good luck
You say "don't give up".
It's the fire inside you.
Let him burn.
There's something in your heart
and it's in your eyes
It's the fire, inside you
Let it burn
You don't say good luck
You say don't give up.
It's the fire, inside you.
Let it burn.

We will fight until vybemsya of the forces
And when we are no longer able to fight,
We go to bed, will bleed out
And again stand,
And fight again.
We gon' fight till we can't fight no more,
And when we can't fight no more,
We gon' lie down and bleed a while,
We gon' get up
And fight some more.

On the streets where I grew up
The first thing we are taught is to put x*,
This kind of thinking to anything will not lead,
Someone is bound to be indifferent.
Out on the streets, where I grew up,
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck,
That type of thinkin' can't get you nowhere,
Someone has to care.

Why do haters separate us like Siamese twins?
Technology turns people into zombies.
All digging dirt on each other.
Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis,
Terrorists, crime waves, robberies and robberies.
The cops shout "don't move", and immediately shoot to kill.
The air is so polluted that it's hard to breathe.
Endangered species, destroyed entire forests.
If the world was in my hands,
I would eliminate all these anomalies.
But all around are only interested in a new ceremony and awarding.
The war and the atrocities of poverty.
And why do haters separate us like we siamese?
Technology turning the planet into zombies
Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry
Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis
Terrorists, crime sprees, assaults and robberies
Cops yelling "stop freeze," shoot him before he try to leave
Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breathe
Endangered species, and we running out of trees
If I could hold the world in the palm of these hands
I would probably do away with these anomalies
Everybody checking for the new award nominees
Wars and atrocities, look at all the poverty

Lord, forgive me for my wrongdoings.
For what was to go on tour, not paying attention to challenges in the courts.
All I wanted was to live a full life.
My dad was sent to you covering fire.
Why is this world so ugly if it was created in your likeness?
And why is life a constant struggle until the end?
Lord, forgive me for my shortcomings
For going on tour and ignoring the court summons
All I'm trying to do is live life to the fullest
They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets
Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image?
And why is living life such a fight to the finish?