Hey people we're victimized & circumsized
  Crossed the line of no return
  The critics say we devestate
  Socialites just masturbate
  Won't the losers ever learn?
  Who said music's dead in the streets?
  Don't know what they talk about
  They gotta put a bullet in my head
  If they want to keep me down
  Power to the music in the streets
  Mothers tell their sons of cyanide & suicide
  They blame it on the devil's tongue
  Suck me like a parasite, military 3rd reich
  You book-burning bastards wasting blood
  Who said music's dead in the streets?
  Don't know what they talk about
  I want my music waking up the dead
  Don't tell me to turn it down
  Power to the music in the streets