[ Hook ] Chains hang low Got a pocket full of dreaming All the kids I know Just need something to believe in Money, Sex, Drugs, Poverty, Liquor store, robbery Rebels yelling bang! bang! bang! bang! [ Verse 1 ] Put your money on a kid with a dream Bigger than the crib he had in his teens Rebels of the youth in a black whip tinted Trying to kill time in the back seat lifted Getting so high cause you feel so low When you dont know why but you feel so cold Just trying to get by Trying to get away from all the things you always hide Shall we take a trip To the end of a world that dont exist Youve seen many moons Cant imagine all the moments that Ive missed But Ive been hurting Thank God the pain is what kept me going Cause through the hurt I just kept on growing [ Hook x2 ] [ Verse 2 ] Young black boy trying to be Bob Dylan In a youth In a city Where the kids just real Meet the black Bart Simpson And my coalition March to the beat My voice is your rhythm Word to Allah Kids are so ready Flooding your streets, a flow with no levy Can you feel it getting close Getting better than it ever was before Shall I take a hit Of the blunt that I said I wouldnt smoke Just to feel the high of a place that I said I wouldnt go Were just rebels, rebels, different levels to this shit See Mendoza made the soundtrack Sonny wrote the script And we good [Hook x2 ]
rebel, bang, trying, mendoza, kid