It's look around time, tell me what do you see,nas we're making out noises on the cheap.nTroubled minds and troubled times,nin our falling cities it all unwinds.nnIt's listening time, tell me what do you hearnand is the fear of knowing your biggest fearn(that all your fast track money will offer no hope)nas you cut to the chase and go for the throat.nnThere's a new agenda and a new generation of thought,nideas, and anger, and a turn of fate to thicken the plot.nnIt's speaking out time, how loud do you speak?nProtest heard above the bleating of sheepn(like bad-ass homeboys spray painting walls)nas we're glued to the TV news and watch it all fall.nnThere's a new agenda and a new generation of thought,nideas, and anger, and a turn of fate to thicken the plot.