Raw Fusion lyrics

Raw Fusion lyrics

"Wild Francis Lyrics"

Underground Lyrics
we look so good we look so good we look so good together and we are underground we are underground we are underground and we don't care we don't care we don't care what you say about us yeahou yaouh we're brother daniel we're brother daniel and we bury you and we look so good we look so good we look so good together yaouh yeah yeah we are underground we are underground we are underground and we don't care we don't care we don't care what you say about us yeahou yeah ye


This is a love song (3x)



A love for the revolution



[ VERSE 1: Money B ]

1951

Francis was brung

Into this world

The cutest little girl

That you ever wanna see

Big brown eyes and her hair was just as curly as it wanna be

She was her parent's pride and joy

And at the age 14 she was chased by every boy

In the neighborhood

Who was up to no good

Her daddy told her 'no', but Francis thought she could

Do whatever she wanted to do

She was independent and cool, but she wasn't a fool

Cause when you're poor, you gotta go for self

Everyday's a hustle, and you gotta protect your wealth

Reality wasn't pleasant

And at sweet 16, she was eight months pregnant

Her parents didn't approve, she had to move on her own

And around the way she was known

As



Wild, Wild Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis

Wild, Wild Francis

Wicked, wicked, wicked Francis

Wild, Wild Francis

Rough, rough, rough Francis

Wild, Wild Francis

Wicked, wicked Francis



[ VERSE 2: Money
Mariekede Nuttelozen Van De Nacht (Les PaumS Du P Lyrics
Ze ontwaken om een uur om vier Ze ontbijten met een kleintje bier Ze gaan uit omdat er thuis niets wacht De nuttelozen van de nacht Zij gedraagt zich arrogant omdat ze mooie borsten heeft Hij is zeker en charmant omdat Papa hem centen geeft Hun onmacht is hun hoogste macht De nuttelozen van de nacht Kom dans met mij Vriendin, kom hier, vriendin, kom hier, kom Hier; nee, nee blijf! Kom dans met mij, laat ons dansen lijf aan lijf Ze braken zonder ziek te zijn Ze braken zacht en zonder pijn Ze nemen zich bedroefd de nacht De nuttelozen van de nacht Ze bespreken zonder end De poezie die geen van hen kent De rom
B ]

Two yeas passed, at last 1969

18 years old and grown refined

Francis with a healthy baby boy

She wasn't doin good, but she was employed

At the neighborhood liquor sto'

Bein po' she had to make a livin, but she wanted mo'

Sho', cause back in the community

All she knew was poverty and police brutality

Francis wasn't scared of no one

But afraid of what might happen to her young son

You see, the ghetto's filled with pitfalls

And if you start slippin and trippin, there's not much hope at all

But she heard about a group of blacks with guns

They were prepared and not scared to fight back and attack

For people like you and me

To make life better in the poor black community

Like a free breakfast program

Cause it was proof, the government never gave a damn

About blacks, they rather see em die in hell

"They cause problems, let em all have sickle cell"

But this party started a free clinic

So when the people got sick, they got help quick

They even had plans for a school later

Francis read it, cause the party had their own paper

She knew this was her life's calling

It was t
Ponies And Peircings Lyrics
Now let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine Well he came into town on a long wide pony And he road into town And he thought he could make a dime By working at the local mac's milk So he went on downtown and decided he would make a job and make some money Then all of a sudden his little pony broke down And he no longer had a little pony to drive Dont go downtown Gonna go downtown He's going downtown Where's he going downtown? He's a going downtown Gonna go downtown So now let me tell you 'bout another little friend of mine He goes by the name of Joseph But we dont know what he really goes by So we sent
ime for revolution, and Francis was all in

Before she quit, she told the boss what she was gonna do

And all he said was, "They were right when they called you..."



Wild, Wild Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis

Wicked, wicked Francis

Rough, rough, rough Francis

Wild, Wild Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis

Wicked, wicked, wicked Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis



[ VERSE 3: Money B ]

Francis, Francis, a full-fledged soldier

A member of the party with a chip on her shoulder

Startin down the road of revolution

Beginning with the work of Mao-Tse Tung, Karl Marx and Lenin

This group was following a communist plan

Spearheaded by a ten-point platform and program

Statin what they wanted (freedom) and what they believed (equality)

Like the power to control their own destiny

And the necessities, land, bring

Education, housing and clothing, and it was no thing

To pick up the gun and see to

An immediate end to the murder of the people

They were full of rebellions, well, this

Attracted the attention of government intelligence

One night there was a meet
Stop the Slaughter Lyrics
An hour ago you heard kids laugh Now theres silence Why they died was obscene No justified cause Stop the slaughter Stop it now Stop the slaughter Stop it now Sudden death horrific injuries Killed by cowards Another bomb another cause Brother fights brother When will they learn That planting bombs Will get them nowhere Everyone has a right to live without fear Yesterday you heard kids laugh Now its silent Why they died was obscene A worthless cause
ing down at headquarters

It was the night the police gave orders

They knew one day it would happen

They were prepared, clips were picked up and snapped in

Posts were manned, and that's when Fran took a stand

With no fear, her gun gripped tight in hand

Smoke bombs came through the window

They were soldiers, and they weren't about to give in, so

Gunshots rang out, pigs got blown up

The party was wreckin shit, but more cops showed up

The police were tough, and when the smoke cleared

Fran laid in a puddle of red stuff

With the rest of her party comrads

And at the funeral her son, mom and dad

Cried and cried, but what's to do when

A life is lost for the love of the revolution

Now that's what romance is

Rest in peace...



Wild, Wild

Wild, Wild

Wild, Wild Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis

Rough, rough, rough Francis

Bad, bad, bad Francis

Wild, Wild Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis

Wicked, wicked, wicked Francis

Wild, Wild, Wild Francis



This is a love song (3x)



A love for the revolution