MOG

It fills me up like a hollow tree
The people you say 'cause all the crime

What I see is insanity

Can I get just a little bit of power
Come on courage, let's be heard
My name is peace, this is my hour
Turn feelings into words
Soul sacred love, vows that we take
Dealing with the hand that I've been dealt
To create straight what is true
Blood red but without sight

Count 'em off quick, little Piccadilly sickness
Well, I've got tapes, I've got CD's
Misery is not my friend
Sitting in the grip of a killing fist
The power of equality
Doin' nothin' but something for his own ambition
Not another, motherfuckin' politician
I don't buy supremacy
Can I get just a little bit of power
I've got a welt from the Bible belt
It fills me up like a hollow tree
Is not yet what it ought to be

Say what I want, do what I can
Can you hear me, am I clear
The power of equality

Right or wrong, my song is strong
At night when something just ain't right
What ever happened to humanity
Take me to the hick, eat my thickness
Giving up blood just to exist
The power of equality

Is not yet what it ought to be
Media chief, you menace me
People in pain, I do not dig it
Have a heart oh come get near me

Wake up motherfucker and smell the slime
My Lilly white ass is tickled pink
Change of brain for Mr.Bigot
Madder than a motherfucker, lick my finger
Rub me wrong and I get pissed
Exploding egos in the night
But I'll break before I bend
The power of equality

When I listen to the music that makes me think
Blackest anger, whitest fear
My name is peace, this is my hour
Yo, he's with me and what I do

An attitude, I would like to devour
My name is peace, this is my hour
Red black or white, this is my fight
It fills me up like a hollow tree

I've got a soul that cannot sleep
The power of equality
I never touch the sound we make

Is not yet what it ought to be
No I cannot, get to this
The power of equality
You don't like it, get along
Mix like sticks of dynamite
Can't forget 'cause the memory lingers
I've got my Public Enemy

What ever happened to humanity
Can I get just a little bit of power
Little brother do you hear me
Death to the message of the Ku Klux Klan
American equality has always been sour