1. BLOODCOT

Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho

Well I'm a crazy upsetter (Driving me insane)
Yea I'm a street wise professor (Who am I to blame?)
Now if you listen to the record (Do you feel the same?)
Well it don't get any better (Going backwards again)

Whoa swing your fists, whack stitches in the face
Fuck ups on me I feel sorry I work here
Never been like them with this society
Life protects me feeling the finality

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazin'
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey Ho, Hey Ho

Well I'm a bad motherfucker (Driving me insane)
So don't you even bother (Who am I to blame?)
Cause when I listen to the record (Do you feel the same?)
And it don't get any better (Going backwards again)

I read your words, I read your banner of hope
Well I kick my way in it seems to piss you all off
Well I try to shut the gates the walls are fading
I climb from the depths of hell I'm escaping/unscathed

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazin'
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey Ho, Hey Go

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Bloodclot
Oh yeah
Well I can see 360
I can see all around me
Ah yeah
Nah na na nah nah
Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Nah na na nah nah
Well I can see 360
Hey Ho, Hey Ho!


2. ENDRINA

Well, low are the people who are always fooled by the best Condition on earth
They travel a bus and follow the sun and get treated worse Than slaves
En route to the fields

When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try
Trash them farms and rape them camps in search of fertile Lands
She knows how to build bomb shelters even swamps prime land
Endrina sheds a tear guilty conscience in the air
When the winds of misfortune blow and now? we try
Endrina


3. STOP

Small sacrifices or otherwise few
Unity for the sake of the many forms
Oh they use imagination only few can go
Touch of madness only few ever know

Well you can go on your way
Or you can stagger through hell
You can lie on your back
Or you can stand up tall
In a state of confusion
Got nothing to do
I was connected respected
Watching you make it through

And all this rhetoric
They tell me to sing along
They said that you were dying
But I know that they were wrong

Second generation melting pot
You're ripped apart but you're never done
There she goes
It's all right
Nothing to do
Waste your time

And all this rhetoric
They tell me to sing along
They said that you were dying
But I know that they were wrong

Well you can go on your way
Or you can stagger through hell
Or you can lie on your back
Or you can stand up tall

State of confusion
You got nothing to do
Connected respected
I'll watch you make it through

And all this rhetoric
They tell me to sing along
They said that you were dying
But I know that they were wrong