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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Vocals
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Drums
Flea
Flea
Bass Guitar
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Flea
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've got a soul that cannot sleep
At night when something just ain't right
Blood red but without sight
Exploding egos in the night
Mix like sticks of dynamite
Red, black, or white, this is my fight
Come on courage let's be heard
Turn feelings into words
American equality has always been sour
An attitude I would like to devour
My name is peace, this is my hour
Can I get just a little bit of power?
[Verse 2]
The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be
It fills me up like a hollow tree
The power of equality
[Verse 3]
Right or wrong my song is strong
You don't like it, get along
Say what I want, do what I can
Death to the message of the Ku Klux Klan
I don't buy supremacy
Media chief, you menace me
The people you say cause all the crime
Wake up motherfucker and smell the slime
Blackest anger, whitest fear
Can you hear me, am I clear?
My name is peace, this is my hour
Can I get just a little bit of power?
[Verse 4]
The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be
It fills me up like a hollow tree
The power of equality
[Verse 5]
I've got tapes, I've got CDs
I've got my Public Enemy
My lily white ass is tickled pink
When I listen to the music that makes me think
Not another motherfuckin' politician
Doin' nothin' but something for his own ambition
Never touch the sound we make
Soul sacred love, vows that we take
To create straight what is true
Yo, he's with me and what I do
My name is peace this is my hour
Can I get just a little bit of power?
[Verse 6]
The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be
It fills me up like a hollow tree
The power of equality
[Verse 7]
Madder than a motherfucker, lick my finger
Can't forget 'cause the memory lingers
Count 'em off quick, little Piccadilly sickness
Take me to the hick, eat my thickness
I've got a welt from the Bible belt
Dealing with the hand that I've been dealt
Sitting in the grip of a killing fist
Giving up blood just to exist
Rub me wrong and I get pissed
No, I can not get to this
People in pain, I do not dig it
Change of brain for Mr. Bigot
[Verse 8]
Little brother, do you hear me?
Have a heart, oh come get near me
Misery is not my friend
But I'll break before I bend
What I see is insanity
What ever happened to humanity?
What ever happened to humanity?
What ever happened to humanity?
Written by: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Flea, John Frusciante
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