United we stand, united we fight For what we believe in and our for rights Me and my friends, we have a band We have a voice and we take a stand When the rebels are mad and they're looking for you There is no place to hide You better watch out 'cause we're coming tonight Run motherfucker, run In Beverly Hills you can hear the chink But down in the ghetto the poverty stinks A ten year old boy he's sniffing glue There is not much left for him to do