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This song was written in anger over the senseless murder of Jane Creba who was killed on December 26, 2005, the day after Christmas. She was shot in the face while shopping with her mother and sister. Another innocent victim of gang gun violence in our city. If there was a last straw, her death marked it in the most brutal way. A war has begun. Now it's on.
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Lyrics
Now It's On (The End of Innocence)
The propaganda spin machine
You cry, you lie, you try and hide
The truth that isn’t fiction
It’s a fact, and it’s time to attack
You are an enemy
To the people of this city, this community
Whose only crime is the time they waste
Listening to your lies
Don’t you talk down to me
I know what I see
I know what I believe
I see a punk with a gun who’s living for the money,
Who’s killing for the money
Who took our sister, who knocked us down
You stole from us, but you still got nothing
No hope, no worth, no reason, no rhyme,
No love, no game, no future no fame,
No consequence, no fear, no blame
This alien nation is your own creation
You’re a disgrace to the colour of your face
And the race you run can never be won
It can never be One
Until the tangled tragedy becomes undone
Stir the rage and watch it grow
Into a storm, you should feel cold
‘Cause we’re getting’ warmer, closer killer
You’re next in line
Here comes the rain, here comes your time
We’ll lock you up
We’ll shut you up and cut you up and break you up
And bury you
Like the girl you shot
Well, now it’s on
You chump, you punk
You muthafuckin’ sucka little piece of shit
You want your war, you got a war
You should have stayed hidden
You should have stayed home
Jane is gone
Now it’s on
The propaganda spin machine
You cry, you lie, you try and hide
The truth that isn’t fiction
It’s a fact, and it’s time to attack
You are an enemy
To the people of this city, this community
Whose only crime is the time they waste
Listening to your lies
Don’t you talk down to me
I know what I see
I know what I believe
I see a punk with a gun who’s living for the money,
Who’s killing for the money
Who took our sister, who knocked us down
You stole from us, but you still got nothing
No hope, no worth, no reason, no rhyme,
No love, no game, no future no fame,
No consequence, no fear, no blame
This alien nation is your own creation
You’re a disgrace to the colour of your face
And the race you run can never be won
It can never be One
Until the tangled tragedy becomes undone
Stir the rage and watch it grow
Into a storm, you should feel cold
‘Cause we’re getting’ warmer, closer killer
You’re next in line
Here comes the rain, here comes your time
We’ll lock you up
We’ll shut you up and cut you up and break you up
And bury you
Like the girl you shot
Well, now it’s on
You chump, you punk
You muthafuckin’ sucka little piece of shit
You want your war, you got a war
You should have stayed hidden
You should have stayed home
Jane is gone
Now it’s on














deep! It's the fact that this took place on Younge St. in the middle of
the day that scares me. Fav'd and D/L'd.