Red Hot Chili Peppers

All you slingers and fiends
hide behind your rocks
put down your guard
I'm not here to box
this is no showdown
so throw down your guns
you see it doesn't matter
where you come from
you could be from park ave
or from a park bench
you could be a politican
or a bitchy princess
but if you're lookin' for a fist
and you're lookin' to unite
put your knuckleheads together
make a fist and fight
not to your death
and not to your grave
I'm talking about t hat freedom
fight like a brave
fight like a brave
don't be a slave
no one can tell you
you've got to be afraid
If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired
of being sick and tired
if you're sick of all the bullshit
and you're sick of all the lies
it's better late than never
to set-a-set it straight
you know the lie is dead
so give your self a break
get it through your head
get if off your chest
get it out your arm
because it's time to start fresh
you want to stop dying
the life you could be livin'
I'm here to tell a story
but I'm also here to listen
no I'm not your preacher