Chords for Public Enemy - Nighttrain (Official Music Video)

[C] _ _ [D] Yo, yo, [G] bro, yo, yo, bro, you gotta be the first to see change or the skin will get changed.
Yo, you ain't going up for the neighborhood, just because you got money, don't mean you can't.
You know what I'm saying?
Hey, yo, Chuck, yo, get into the first, get into the first, man.
One of the free, but the skin I'm in identifies me.
So the people around me and it drives me hard on the board.
This is the way I talk about raw hardcore, maybe raw from the [Am] outside.
What's the bad thing is that we're walking around the train.
And the reason [G] for that is because we look the same.
Looking all around at my stroke long friends, light skin to [Eb] the brown or black.
Here we go [Em] again, homie over there knows deep end.
Buddy be steeping.
I don't trust him, better bust him up.
Out goes his hand and I caught him, he went stoned on me.
Yeah, I wanna cut it off.
The black thing is around, I'm on a night train.
If I'm a good, the bad was on a rugged train [G] train to attack the black.
And it's [C] true, cause I'm a bad looking [G] just like you.
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_ Staying over [A] the scene, sitting on the train.
See all the faces [G] look about to say, Nick on the cello, who's taking a [Ab] ride like doggo.
When we deal the keys, when we love go.
[Em] Running that narcotic, my joint, he's got it.
Pick a nigga in the G's, I'm out it.
In the V's and [G] C's, so he can put him down.
When the president's ready, I'ma put him in the ground.
Got the nerve [E] to tell me, yo, brother man, he ain't black man, [Ab] better yet he's Pac-Man.
Know the murder is [Em] on, train on the front ride.
Train self-pain, I train the self-pain.
[G] The master's toy, his little boy, hard-core boy, he looks [C] with it.
But he know it's what, cause he's buying the train, you take it down for the cause.
Cause [E] his face looking just like yours. _
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Bucking up the track, the structure overstood.
Night train, the plane, little engine, that's good.
On the express, the last next stop's Mecca.
A place to feast and make the black man better.
See, yelling Chuck D, we don't talk rubbish.
But just like this lady got a ride, put the luggage on the night train. _ _ _
More the same, it's been, who's saying?
I'm flowing like night train, full of the pain of a black brain.
You laugh, you die, we go out, and I'm gone.
But the bass goes on.
Walk the talk, walk the walk, the king of New York crack.
I like to attack, to bite, to crack, to bite.
Once again, I pass the [E] ring with sincerity.
But consider [Am] him an enemy.
Who am I to tell a lie?
Rather push the [Em] bus, up the crack, it gets dry.
I'm on the wet bus, me and the [D] other bro, [Am] my sausage and I.
We're sweating [Eb] like hay, looking [G] at the pot I got.
And it's ticking, but it ain't ticking.
But it's living for a city so sick and tired.
I'm a scene, but wow.
Piling up five [N] feet now on child.
It said it never been no worse than this.
I'm on the night train, the hope you don't miss it.
Give you what they got, forget you just go.
You must have [C] just put your trust in everybody else.
The don't give a damn, cause they the other man.
Once in a [G] bond, holding his uncle's hand.
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_ Discrimination, racism, blowing up the whole [G] room.
With a mother there looking just like you.
I am justice.
I am all along.
I am just here.
Praying to God I'm still on the bench.
I am justice.
I am. I am.
I am.
[Em] I am.
I am. I am.
I am.
[N] I am.
I am. I am.
I am. I am.
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