| Song | Opening Salvo |
| Artist | Blue Scholars |
| Album | Bayani Redux |
| 作曲 : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| Uhh, now, it's the opening salvo, | |
| Where po's scope the people like Muhammad and Malvo. | |
| A sample of the battle we waged against an animal | |
| Made to snuff us out like the wick of a candle. | |
| And all the youth dressed in camo, | |
| We're ready to handle, | |
| And no this war was not scripted, | |
| We can't change the channel. | |
| We're canceling all subscriptions, | |
| This is the last issue, | |
| When the casket's closed you can't take the cash with you. | |
| No pos**ortem residuals, | |
| We're individuals who | |
| Indivisible become the most invincible. | |
| But that is not the issue at hand, | |
| We demand a simple right to question y'all, | |
| People where the **** is freedom at? | |
| It's all we ask but instead we get our asses | |
| Assassinated fast if they catch you talking trash. | |
| If the first shall be last, | |
| It's time to prepare, | |
| Black clouds, sky falling | |
| Put a hand in the air. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Yea my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
| I'ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
| Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
| Alongside our people we're gonna struggle with love. | |
| And my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
| I'ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
| Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
| Alongside our people we're gonna struggle with love. | |
| So struggle with love, | |
| Struggle with love, | |
| Struggle with love. | |
| Now this here's for those who choose fights | |
| Whose fruits might never not ripen until after their life. | |
| It's not right how they martyr our leaders | |
| And target our children, | |
| Disrespect our sisters | |
| And wonder why we're militant. | |
| Peace to my third world equivalent, | |
| Even if I can't fight beside you | |
| I write what I can | |
| To get our fam in other lands to understand your pain, | |
| 'Cause your beef is mine and we're one and the same. | |
| And I know about this privilege, | |
| But if you're from where I'm from | |
| Then you know a bigger burden comes with it. | |
| And that's what I carry when you see me on a hustle, | |
| I'm talking as a walking document of our struggle. | |
| Kasamas hold me down and remember that I love you | |
| With Ajani hold your head up if they ever take me from you. | |
| And please tell 'em that I tried, | |
| Don't cry, | |
| 'Cause no matter where you are, a struggle's nearby. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Right now I want to thank God for being me, | |
| My soul won't rest until the colony is free. | |
| 1****6 revolution incomplete, | |
| Silence is defeat, my solution is to speak. | |
| Resurrect the legacy of martyrs I beseech, | |
| Time to choose a side, it's the mighty vs. the meek. | |
| My big brother Free brought the word from the East, | |
| We're the bullet in the middle of the belly of the beast. | |
| Hey. |
| zuò qǔ : Geologic, Mohajerjasbi ... | |
| Uhh, now, it' s the opening salvo, | |
| Where po' s scope the people like Muhammad and Malvo. | |
| A sample of the battle we waged against an animal | |
| Made to snuff us out like the wick of a candle. | |
| And all the youth dressed in camo, | |
| We' re ready to handle, | |
| And no this war was not scripted, | |
| We can' t change the channel. | |
| We' re canceling all subscriptions, | |
| This is the last issue, | |
| When the casket' s closed you can' t take the cash with you. | |
| No pos ortem residuals, | |
| We' re individuals who | |
| Indivisible become the most invincible. | |
| But that is not the issue at hand, | |
| We demand a simple right to question y' all, | |
| People where the is freedom at? | |
| It' s all we ask but instead we get our asses | |
| Assassinated fast if they catch you talking trash. | |
| If the first shall be last, | |
| It' s time to prepare, | |
| Black clouds, sky falling | |
| Put a hand in the air. | |
| Chorus | |
| Yea my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
| I' ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
| Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
| Alongside our people we' re gonna struggle with love. | |
| And my people building monuments to weather the flood, | |
| I' ma leave how I came screaming covered in blood. | |
| Died once, born twice, both times we knuckled up, | |
| Alongside our people we' re gonna struggle with love. | |
| So struggle with love, | |
| Struggle with love, | |
| Struggle with love. | |
| Now this here' s for those who choose fights | |
| Whose fruits might never not ripen until after their life. | |
| It' s not right how they martyr our leaders | |
| And target our children, | |
| Disrespect our sisters | |
| And wonder why we' re militant. | |
| Peace to my third world equivalent, | |
| Even if I can' t fight beside you | |
| I write what I can | |
| To get our fam in other lands to understand your pain, | |
| ' Cause your beef is mine and we' re one and the same. | |
| And I know about this privilege, | |
| But if you' re from where I' m from | |
| Then you know a bigger burden comes with it. | |
| And that' s what I carry when you see me on a hustle, | |
| I' m talking as a walking document of our struggle. | |
| Kasamas hold me down and remember that I love you | |
| With Ajani hold your head up if they ever take me from you. | |
| And please tell ' em that I tried, | |
| Don' t cry, | |
| ' Cause no matter where you are, a struggle' s nearby. | |
| Chorus | |
| Right now I want to thank God for being me, | |
| My soul won' t rest until the colony is free. | |
| 1 6 revolution incomplete, | |
| Silence is defeat, my solution is to speak. | |
| Resurrect the legacy of martyrs I beseech, | |
| Time to choose a side, it' s the mighty vs. the meek. | |
| My big brother Free brought the word from the East, | |
| We' re the bullet in the middle of the belly of the beast. | |
| Hey. |