Rape During Wartime - Selina Martin

Yeah, we say making changes Starts in the little things you do "Revolution beging at home" Byr for most of us, it ends there too We're doing something We're making changes Like changing the kind of crap we buy We say it makes a difference But most of the time It's just another lie It used to be "us" and "them" It used to be us+ them And you+ me And now we can't reach Our full potential Without a common enemy A real war to fight against Instead of our petty disagreements But how can I rationalize My life during wartime lie A call to action and a reaction Taking our lives into our own hands Instead of sitting aroung talking About the same old stupid bands But war is going on right now And I'm not doing anything about it Without a crowd, I'm not so loud I can't do anything by myself But that's just another lie

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons Packed up and ready to go Heard of some grave sites out by the highway A place where nobody knows The sound of gunfire off in the distance I'm getting used to it now Lived in a brownstone, I lived in the ghetto I've lived all over this town This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around No time for dancing, or lovey dovey I ain't got time for that now Transmit the message to the receiver Hope for an answer some day I got three passports, couple of visas Don't even know my real name High on a hillside trucks are loading Everything's ready to roll I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime I might not ever get home This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around This ain't no mudd club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around No time for dancing, or lovey dovey I ain't got time for that now Heard about houston? heard about detroit? Heard about pittsburgh, PA? You oughta know not to stand by the window Somebody might see you up there I got some groceries, some peanut butter To last a couple of days But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones Ain't got no records to play Why stay in college? why go to night school? Gonna be different this time? Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard I can't write nothing at all This ain't no party, this ain't no disco This ain't no fooling around I'd love you hold you, I'd like to kiss you I ain't got no time for that now Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock We blended in with the crowd We got computers, we're tapping phone lines I know that ain't allowed We dress like students, we dress like housewives Or in a suit and a tie I changed my hairstyle so many times now Don't know what I look like You make me shiver, I feel so tender We make a pretty good team Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving You ought to get you some sleep Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks? They won't help me survive My chest is aching, burns like a furnace The burning keeps me alive