(the revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, not be televised the revolution will be no re-run brothers, the revolution will be live) Yo mental slaves with tunnel vision Couldn't change it if I wanted ,got my mind in this prison Its only ugly if you know whats goin on Otherwise this is life they controlin whats on yo mind I hope you find out, before its too late Cuz when its time pray to god that you ready for your fate Yo this ain't fake they hate it when you sayin wat you thinkin What im bout to speak gon smash the walls down to peices The weed help eleiviate the pain so im thinkin I need about a 8th of the green so I could speak to the streets Gotta reach for the soul Thas what they told me. I was jus a teen rockin fitted caps n pro tees Only reason I didn't see I was molded as a soldier, my teachers wasn't tellin the truth bout the world So I went on down that road of lost hope till I was focused Now im bout to blow up that spot jus like explosives Nothing clears that room like that new smell of doom,i could hear the screams vividly you better move Before its too late. the rumors comin true, I hope you ready when its dooms day