And when that time comes, and you find something standing in front of you, Something that ain't runnin' and ain't backin'-up and is hittin'-on you and your too damn tired to breathe. You find that situation on you, that GOOD, 'cuz that's Baptism Under FIRE! Oh you get thru that and you find the only kind of respect that matters in This World - SELF-Respect And Then - You got The Touch You got The Power Yeah! After all is said and done You've never walked, You've never run You're a winner! You got The Moves, You know The Streets Break The Rules, Take The Heat You're Nobody's Fool! You're at your best When The Going gets rough You've been put to The Test, But it's never enough You got The Touch You got The Power
When all Hell's breaking loose You'll be Riding The Eye of The Storm You got The Heart You got The Motion You know that when things get too tough You got The Touch You never bend, you never break You seem to know just what it takes You're a fighter! It's in The Blood, it's in The Will It's in The Mighty Hands of Steel When You're Standing Your Ground And you never get hit when your back's to The Wall Gonna fight to The End And you're taking it all You're fighting Fire with Fire You know you got The Touch You're at your best When The Going gets rough You've been put to The Test, But it's never enough You got The Touch You got The Power Yeah! You got The Touch You got The Power
DARE.
When I pretend -
Everything is what I want it to be
I looked exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend -
I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just 'cause I know I can,
But -
I can't pretend that this is they way it'll stay -
I'm just (trying to bend The Truth)
I can't pretend of who you want me to be
So I'm (lying my way from -)
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get - That - Dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, probably be locked by The Force
Tryin' to hustle some things that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga, grippin' my balls
Said the ladies, they love me
From the bleachers they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin' off the track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers, they love it, just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of bottom, to the Top of the Pops
Nigga, London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
No one familiar with the history of this country can deny that congressional committees are useful. It is necessary to investigate before legislating, but the line between investigating and persecuting is a very fine one and the junior Senator from Wisconsin has stepped over it repeatedly. His primary achievement has been in confusing the public mind as between the internal and the external threats of communism. We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. We must remember always that accusation is not proof and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.
We will not walk in fear, one of another.
We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men — not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular. This is no time for men who oppose Senator McCarthy's methods to keep silent, or for those who approve.
We can deny our heritage and our history, but
we cannot escape responsibility for the result.
There is no way for a citizen of a republic to abdicate his responsibilities.
As a nation we have come into our full inheritance at a tender age. We proclaim ourselves, as indeed we are, the Defenders of Freedom, wherever it continues to exist in the world, but we cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home. The actions of the junior Senator from Wisconsin have caused alarm and dismay amongst our allies abroad, and given considerable comfort to our enemies. And whose fault is that? Not really his. He didn't create this situation of fear; he merely exploited it — and rather successfully. Cassius was right.
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."