Time's Up lyrics

We hate each other 'cause of race and religion
We hate each other 'cause of class and position
We want to know why is love so hard to come by
Give me a reason why you love so hard to try

The walls between us all must fall
The walls between us all must fall

We hate each other 'cause we dance to different music
We hate each other 'cause we think we know it all

We are all fighting the same fight
We are all in the same war
We are all in the same revolution
You got to know what you're fighting for

We are all fighting the same fight
We are all in the same war
We are all in the same revolution
You got to know what you're fighting for

Yelling and kicking trying to stay alive
All the time eyes on the prize
But does anybody hear my cries

V. Reid

In Africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication.
A Negro has got no name
Quite often, the words of the song are meaningless.
A Negro has got no name
We are wearing the name of our master
etc. (much overlap and repetition)

Tabloids scream
Elvis seen at a shopping mall
That's the kind of talk
That makes my stomach crawl

Picture a zombie Elvis
In a tacky white jump suit
Just imagine a rotting Elvis
Shopping for fresh fruit

You can't 'cause

Chorus:
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead

When the king died
He was all alone

V. Reid

I always thought our relationship was cool
You played the role of having sense
I always played the fool
Now something's different
I don't know the reason why
Whenever we separate
I almost want to cry

Chorus:
Oh no, please not that again
Love rears up its ugly head

And when I come home late you don't complain or call
So as a consequence I don't go out at all
My friends are frightened

V. Reid

Buy and die/or sell and be free
We are the new Jacks/this is our reality
Do unto others/leave no one alive
This is our creed/we will survive
No control is how I'm living
On the edge with no forgiving

Things get rough when you've got time to kill
You've got the cash/then I've got your thrill
I make more money than a judge or a cop
Give me a reason why I should stop

M. Skillings

[instrumental]

Will Calhoun

When I speak out loud
You say I'm crazy
When I'm feeling proud
You say I'm lazy
I look around and see the true reality

You like our hair
You love our music
Our culture's large, so you abuse it
Take time to understand, I'm an equal man

Chorus:
History's a lie that they teach you in school
A fraudulent view called the golden rule
A peaceful land that was born civilized

Will Calhoun

When I speak out loud
You say I'm crazy
When I'm feeling proud
You say I'm lazy
I look around and see the true reality

You like our hair
You love our music
Our culture's large, so you abuse it
Take time to understand, I'm an equal man

Chorus:
History's a lie that they teach you in school
A fraudulent view called the golden rule
A peaceful land that was born civilized

Do you remember
The time of laughter
Children playing, life was so sweet
Before our city forgot us
And let the druglord take our street
Pacify me politician
Pacify me with your lies
Blind to the people suffering
Deaf to the children's cries

But I know what to do
With someone like you

Police
They chased my brother
Policeman licensed to kill
Oh how I miss my brother

C. Glover

Tag team partners

In another life
You might have been a genius
In another life
You might have been a star
In another life
Your face might have been perfect
In another life
You'd drive a better car

In another life
All your jokes are funny
In another life
Your heart is free from fear
In another life
You make a lot of money
In this other life
Everything is clear

In another life

Time's up/the rivers have no life
Time's up/the world is full of strife
Time's up/the sky is falling
Time's up/the Lord is calling

How you gonna stop the clock
When the well runs dry
All the rivers have died
Moment by moment, day by day
The world is just slipping away
Your future won't save your past
The time is now, it won't last
The time is nigh
Time to do-or-die

Time waits for no one

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye

Touch without seeing love with no feeling
Stealing a moment...under cover of darkness

I'd like to kiss you let my lips caress you
Sending sparks of passion up your spine
But doing so means saying no and even
The thought would be a crime

I like to touch your skin even if it is a sin
I'd rather burn than not touch you
I might just go mad thinking what I might have had