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Cast are an English rock band from Liverpool, formed in 1992 by John Power (vocals, guitar) and Peter Wilkinson (backing vocals, bass) after Power left The La's and Wilkinson's former band Shack had split. Following early line-ups with different guitarists and drummers, Liam "Skin" Tyson (guitar) and Keith O'Neill (drums) joined Cast in 1993. more »

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Who tryna take my funds, if you on my block better run
I counted every penny I made, do you think I'm dumb
Who tryna take my funds, if you on my block better run
I counted every penny I made, do you think I'm dumb
Somebody gon' burn today
Somebody gon' burn today
Somebody gon' burn today
Who got something to say
Somebody gon' burn today (Hands up, don't shoot)
Somebody gon' burn today (Hands up, don't shoot)
Somebody gon' burn today (Hands up, don't shoot)
Who got something to say (Hands up, don't shoot)
Me, myself, and I, I solely covet
That I may see the light before this reaches my beloved
And even if I've sunken deep inside of my own stomach
Even when I plummet, I will see the summit
I will rise above it. Right when I have done it
Listen for my cry, for I have overcome it
I feel my evolution. Painful, but I love it
I fully commit to everything I'm becoming
Hot damn
I was up late night, ballin'
Crying in the club, crying in the club
Hot damn
Where the love at, where the love at
I think I need a hug, think I need a hug
They played the new heat for the streets
I was cryin' with my thugs, both hands up going
This my jam
I'ma make it rain when I bawl
Got me wishin' for a flood, wishin' for a flood
They poppin' off at my people pushing for peace
By blaming them for the violence incited by the police
They start the riots and leave, a fire's under the streets
The block is the hottest part of this summer, no one's free
Even if I were to leave, they still circle blocks searching
For a person to give purpose to the bullets they're dispersing
Wherever you're hurting, Flushing, Myrtle, 33rd and Vernon
Keep on fighting for those murdered, we know this world isn't perfect
But our future is worth it, nothing in life is certain
That's why we need hands of service, voices of discernment
The burden becomes lighter when we all put the work in
But who am I as a person, I'm barely scratching the surface, ugh
Thinking of disappearing, no one is really hearing
All that I have to say while in this isolation we're in
Deep in a string of feelings, looking for ways to heal and
Coming to grips with the fact that this might not be appealing
Change in a new direction, destiny manifested
Pushing out every record, only to get rejected
So many people who I've never met that get the message
Not everyone could get this, differences in perspective
But if you give a second, it could move you if you let it
We spelling every letter out, the company is electric
Except that the only question I'm left with
If life is truly sacred and every moment is precious
Why are we breathless
Hot damn
I was up late night, ballin'
Crying in the club, crying in the club
Hot damn
Where the love at, where the love at
I think I need a hug, think I need a hug
They played the new heat for the streets
I was cryin' with my thugs, both hands up going
This my jam
I'ma make it rain when I ball
Got me wishin' for a flood, wishin' for a flood

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