Akin:nI'm passing Gods conception approaching near the land deception adjust the mirror nin my rearview i see reflection nat times my highways lead to bleak direction so i seek confession speaking to beatsni call it resurrection cuz i got my soul back nsome call me pro black nreally i'm just playing my part i could've sold crack nit's not for me nmy old man thought of prophecy nKwame Nkrumah's vision live in my odyssey for real nbut not ya Homer in Greek mythology nAkin devise schemes to conquer this trickology nthe time is now to forsake the faking nI'm freedom in the making nGOD's kitchen chef rock a frigid apronnnCise Starr:nMy pulse quickening nAs my heart became a simile nI drift into the reaches of self nI felt panicky nHoping for anarchy nLiberation from this insanity nTears running down my cheek hit the canopy nWall of self doubt Shout scream and wail nAt the pain coursing through nMy being I'm in a hell of thought nCaught between a rock and hard place nMy personal space violated catching a case nI can even taste the bittersweet smell of defeat nI’m feeling the heat of blood running down in the street nThen look where I stand nMy shadow is the trace of a man nThat endured the hardships Formulating a plannnChorus:nFor 400 years we shed tears nand when it's death among peers we poor beers but for what nlook what the world made me nenslaved me but at the end what the fu*k is gonna save mennAkin:nSystem ridiculous they fabricate lies now i'm sick of this nlike people with syphilis nstill trying to cripple this will revolution rap attack Pope Nicholas nchill don't ever tell me that nlies they try to sell me that, i can't afford it your evolution get aborted nlet it be known ni don't condone thrones in Rome ncall it prejudiceni sever this mic with a poem nfolks will hate to see this and mercenaries out for Jesus nlive from the pearly white gates about to squeeze is godly bad? nconfederate flags i'm held hostage nno forty acres and mule abused profits nno forty acres and mule abused profitsnnCise Starr:nI’m breaking these shackles nThey got me chained away from my liberty nLook at the history nHow they treated us through the centuries nLike inanimate animals nOnly given annual holidays nTo represent the hardships we endure today nThat’s not enough nWhat the fu*k we getting comfortable now, looking like clowns nWhile industry is taking our crowns nAnd tarnishing our soul nTrading our worth for platinum and gold nOur souls are undersold nFor what / Semiprecious pieces of metal value changing with time nOpen your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to risen