[Intro: L.T.]
We may look different, but we see the same sky
We may see different, but we cry the same cry
[Jin]
The wake up daily, a sleep better nights
That`s what we all wish for, to seek a better life - right?
It`s unfortunate when tragedy strikes
But the truth is, reality bites
Just 4th 89, a day residents fear
Now know as The Massacre Head Tenement Square
The day I turned seven they were moaning` and grieving`
Thousands of innocents died for what they believed in
Come with nothin` but heart and a point to prove
Stood in front of tanks and refused to move
Well whatcha do? Run or stand still
And their lights on the line and test a man`s will
Seekin` changin` and they found it, but in death
Strange is, that they wore my blood in flesh
This happened in China, but you ain`t gotta be Asian to relate
To this struggle, pain and hard ache
So
[Chorus: L.T.]
You`ll never know you`ll never get it
There is no choice we can`t forget it
We look up we see the same sky
We look up we cry the very same cry
[Jin]
See I`m a grown man
It hurts when I turn on the news to see what`s going on in my homeland
The SARS epidemic could have been lies
Could have stand for Should Asians Really Survive
They`ll try anything` to break your family apart
Politics are break down a millions heart
Can a child within my heart rise above?
If there is billion of us I shouldn`t have to look for love
Over-population, but damn just the meat the need
It`s illegal to have more than one seed
How can you dictate birth regardless the women?
And the parents, they make the hardest decisions
Sons keep the family name - so that`s not an option
Imagine being forced to put your daughter up for adoption
And even though is beyond your control
Keep your head up; here is a song for your soul
[Chorus]
[Jin]
If you don`t know where you came from
You can`t get to where you trying to go
Ain`t no denying so
It`s true - I got some big shoes to fill
But if I don`t lead the movement, than who will?
Stuck between the rock and a hard place
Thinking about the refugees that went to see God`s face
Sixteen-thousand miles across the ocean tides
Some died, some got lucky and survived
I wouldn`t call it luck - they reached their destination
Modern day slavery without the plantation
Them sneakers on your feet cost a hundred a pop
My people`s making fifty cent a day at sweatshops
To make them kicks so you can look good
You think we open restaurants `cause we look good?
Hell no, we ain`t got no choice
I gotta speak up, without me my people have no voice
[Chorus 2X]
