Sirens in the distance, city lights flashing,

We fight the system while the cops stay harassing.

Fists in the air, revolution on the rise,

This West Coast spirit never falls, never dies.

Marching through the fire with a heart full of rage,

A new generation breaking out of the cage.

Echoes of the past, hear the voices in the wind,

This battle for justice, yeah, we built to win.

From Watts to the Bay, let the anthem ring loud,

For every single soldier that was lost in the crowd.

The West got a soul, and it’s rooted in the fight,

We’ll light up the world from the dark into the light.