Chrous
We gotta take control our destiny right now right now right now

Randy Mc Fly
We gotta take control destiny ain’t automatic/ push a manual whip, breeze past the masses/ they waiting for opportunity to land right in their lap/ but we ain’t waiting for it we ‘bout to reach out and grab it/ Grip it, flip it, mix it/ Sit in attendance with the local politicians/ …...?/Devise a situation to penicillin the sickness/ Watch. listen, learn, grow/ in light you need glisten in dark you must glow/ show the people around for the people must know/ stillness stay still but movements make flow/ Ya know? Get up get it and go/ Rally the population for one definite goal/ Bring about change through a participants roll/ Precipitory modes put destiny in a mold/ Now thats how you take control

P.R.O.D.
My mind is a weapon so I’m shooting for the gold/ gathering info to fortify the city code/ Uncle Bob what you think? Let’s go in/ Help the youth focus every kids burn to win/ Oh dang we ‘bout to get through it/ Recognize the danger now let’s get to it/ Seeing struggles everyday so we had to make a change/ This is the dry spell so I had to bring the rain/ That’s a shame no frame and I’m out the picture/ Tax base revenue is what we call good intention/ Let’s get involved and speak your mind/ EPA is the bomb but we running out of time/ I really can’t help but talk about the violence/ but Im going to spin it around and leave them critics silenced/ Tired of the statistics paying on the path/ screaming we free at last/ Take control

Brando

We gotta TAKE control it’s not handed / Living locally supposed to be good for our planet,
‘Cause when we landed, it wasn’t granted/ We had to plant it and plan it, to understand it,
See when they came they placed the blame with no direction / THEY stopped the stressing medicating with deception/ Restructuring the structure then created many men,
Together made a blend so WE can sip and play pretend/ Gentrification, just keeping the people waiting/ Trying to “straighten up the streets”, meanwhile the heats still baking/
It’s fact that we goin’ through the same thing/ Letting the color of our skin divide the cries of same pains/ I am a gentleman, dreams sweet like cinnamon/ I speak for many men too fed up to play pretend/ Like a kamikaze, with my life I fought/ I got that spark, so in the dark I still got heart/ I got control