Who Is Right? P.O.D.

[Verse 1]
I'm just a locked out brother
Comin' straight from S.D
Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority
Taught to love one another, all races
All types of colors, different skin, different faces
Can you answer my question, when I ask you who is right?
Racists come in all forms of colors black of white
So take that when I say your hatred sucks
Coming from the H-I-T man, so what's up?
Yeah
If you ain't down with my white brother we ain't down with you
And if you ain't down with my black brother, yeah
Then we ain't down with you
Punk, punk talking that trash
White trash, black trash, you get a back to back slap
You think we're soft? Then you don't know me
Cause no I don't play that and we're definitely not your homie
He'll take your pride for a long ride, try and hide
You hate my outside, how bout my inside?
It's just me and my boys and we'll hit 'em up
So bring it on homes, and we can get 'em up

[Chorus]
Yeah, come on ya'll, get 'em up y'all, yeah
Get 'em up y'all, come on ya'll, get 'em up y'all
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Here's one for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D
Yeah, come on ya'll, get 'em up y'all, yeah
Get 'em up y'all, come on ya'll, get 'em up y'all
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Get your hands up!
Here's one for peace, two for love and three for my G-O-D
Get 'em up y'all, come on ya'll, get 'em up y'all
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Yeah! Get your hands up!