25 years, sudden black migrated north Seeking middle class prosperity But by summer of 1967 Much of that hope, had turned to hopelessness [Chorus: Bronze Nazareth
just gonna get dragged on and on And, we have a poem that we've written particularly For the brothers on the street corners [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, standing
[sounds of kung fu fighting] "Hold it! Your swordwork is really advanced!" [Intro: Bronze Nazareth] Yo it be the Bronze man back in this shit Yo some
Impact cracks ya ass son Access Bronze through the thoughts of the weapon bitch Poison ya mind, lab contaminated through messages [Bronze Nazareth] Abominable
