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Raw Fusion - Wild Francis lyrics
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 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 time 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 meeting 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 |
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