Turn This Ship Around Songtext
von Chill Bump

People should be eager to put their forces together, the more
People should be eager to put their forces together, the more
People should be eager to put their forces together, the more
The more, the better, the better, the better, the better-

Let′s try unite, intertwine, mingle, mix and let's try do right
Let′s not let their motherfuckin' shit fly tonight
'Cause we are one and suffering
Brothers, it′s time to fight, shit, it′s time to strike
And let them die slow
I can feel your pain everywhere that I go
They get inside heads and try to terrorize folk
Let's turn this ship around and take control (take control)
Let ′em know (let 'em know)


Here′s where we at now, democracy's backed down
Our leaders just act out, and we play the background
We can′t make our choices, our voices get muzzled
One percent get more, yet unemployment's just doubled
Boy, we in trouble, joyless and puzzled
Bruh, these leeches' speeches are like poison we guzzle
Something wild′s filled the air
We now feel it′s down hill from here

They dick us like bitches on all fours, make riches that's offshore
′Til they eventually kill every privilege we fought for
We're victims, we′re all poor, we've been given the hard chores
But our vision and hearts pure, shit we living is hardcore
Listen, that′s why we're willing to start war
On corners with fuck the system written on cardboard
Quick to bombard stores, kick in a cop's jaw
Wear a mask against their gas, stick a brick through their car door

Dodge shots they fire, set fire to our turf
We gon′ fight ′em to the hearse, 'til you guys in blue disperse
And if the media won′t speak of us, I'ma spew a verse
Until our message gets across to the entire universe, uh


Let′s try unite, intertwine, mingle, mix and let's try do right
Let′s not let their motherfuckin' shit fly tonight
'Cause we are one and suffering
Brothers, it′s time to fight, shit, it′s time to strike
And let them die slow
I can feel your pain everywhere that I go
They get inside heads and try to terrorize folk
Let's turn this ship around and take control (take control)
Let ′em know (let 'em know)

They hate us mingling, what′s up with that?
They like shut up, fuck off, get out, tough luck, get packed
Pigs snap on young kids, scream hands up, shut your trap
You'll get cut up, get clapped, get whacked just ′cause you're black
They like bang, Young hoodlum, you reap what you sew
They like bang-bang, 'cause you done reached for your phone
They like bang-bang-bang, three to your dome
Squeeze your throat, beat you, smoke you for reasons unknown

They thirst for blood, commit so many murders
20 versus one, sir, now that′s a heavy surplus
Worthless officers pretend that men are worth dust
But fuck the dumb cause they serve, ′cause son, they meant to serve us
The people

We are just getting words our what appears to be
A shooting, maybe multiple shootings in the city of Tyler
Six attaques simultanées qui ont fait 128 morts
L'horreur à frapper Paris
Uno delos peores ataques terroristas en Europa
Around a hundred and 20 people has died
We are been told that there′s a state of war
And a state of emergency

So that's the type of war we in, guys can walk in when
I′m performing and try and slaughter my entire audience
Storm in a bar, find me ordering wine or pouring gin
Fire four in my grin for singing to my accordeon
According to them, we're truly a menace
Dudes feel offended by our beautiful women wearing cute little dresses
They′ll shoot you in the head with heavy tools 'til you perish
For cruising in Paris or simply sipping brews on a terrace

Is terrorism our fault? Are we the ones to blame?
'Cause of the Inequalities of the economic chain?
But we are the people, not the cowards beefing, causing pain
And we can all agree that power and evil are the same

So, bear with me, let me sing a tune of freedom for you
Whatever religion you believe in
Syrians who are fleeing, civilians whose stinging wounds are bleeding
Men, women, children too, every single human being
We feel for you, what happened to our capital was crazy
We can now imagine tragedies that happens on the daily
Catastrophes are yet to happen under the sun
But let′s not let some rotten apples watch us suffer for fun

My president′s a son of a gun, he's both stubborn and dumb
But it ain′t yours or our fault how our countries are run
So please don't judge us by what our government′s done
Our doors are always open if you need somewhere to run
And here's for you, the extremist, you ain′t a preacher you're a felon
People y'all have deaded will greet you when you reach the walls of heaven
Stomp your head in all together, start beating on your ass
Virgins will sever your weenie balls and penis off and laugh

And that′s when you meet God and the curtains fall
Because he hates you on a level that′s personal
He'll send you to Hell with Nazis, burn you all
You cursed to war for the number one scum spot in an eternal brawl