And it begins where we leftnA brother chased after by death until he catches his breathnWe embarked upon a long march, too weary to restnNow tell me who would ever have guessednthat at the top of the WestnA party rocker and a poet might collectively have written another chapter in this fight against a self-described right But not righteousnIt's highly unlikely we'll take it lightlynwhen a thousand of my compatriots are evacuating nightly nFrom one ave to anothernUniversity to beaconnThe body was never last meant to be beatennBut Buddha's in the streets teaching a lesson to the kids in the coldnAnd if I tell all mine there's other stories to be toldnHad a lot of good brothers either my age or youngernWho caught the first album when it dropped now gone undernAnd they say progressnBut the fact is Dr. Martin Luther King's legacy's lookin like the streets we named after him:nPermanently under constructionnThe people hustlin'nDespite the pain and sufferinnThe energy we've mustered in.nSouth-Side Seattle is a whole lot happenin'nBut so-called Soul Mates are stabbin' each other's scapula's.nMelancholy hopefully might capture the present momentnWe consummated the marriage of beats, rhymes, and atonementnEach mine, resides a potential so potent they think that we can guide it, if we did then we'd control shit.nOrganizin' and prioritzin' what's important I'm just trying to raise and see while the homies have a abortionsnNo distortions to the staticnI hold the mic and pass it to the futurenSchool's in session but there won't be any classes.nHappy to see a family backnFrom 10 months in IraqnFor fallen comrades rockin' a black wristbandnIt's just a glimpse of what you missed when you're gonenWe held you down and kept chantin nNow bring 'em back homenWe saidnnBring 'em back homenFor my brothers and my sisters who been gone too long we say nBring 'em back homenAnd I don't want to have to keep on singing this song, we saynBring 'em back homenFor my brothers and my sisters who been gone too long we say nBring 'em back homenAnd I don't want to have to keep on singing this songnnAnd somewhere a soldier kissed his family goodbyenAnd he was walkin' like a warrior, the water in his eyesnHe left in late-September said he'll be back in JulynNow the child is askin' Mommy why did Daddy have to die?nShe says He fought for freedom but she knows it's just a lien'Cause her father was a veteran with benefits deniednNow the fire in her eyes burns brighter with the passing of the minutes into hours and the hours into daysnAnd days turn to nightsnNights turn to faith the other waynOne sister strong holding down the whole familynIt's just one in over three thousand casualtiesnAnd back home we battle with the apathynWe chantinnnNow bring 'em back homenFor my brothers and my sisters who been gone too long, we say nBring 'em back homenAnd I don't want to have to keep on singing this song, we saynBring 'em back homenFor my brothers and my sisters who been gone too long, we say nBring 'em back homenAnd I don't want to have to keep on singing this songnnSo next time you see recruiters in your school or your cribnTell 'em thank you for the offer but you'd rather you livenWe got more than just our bodies to offer so fuck the coffin wrapped in red, white, & bluenWithdraw past duenWe disgusted with the fact we pay taxes to build tanksnStill droppin' one-twompin, I have to fill tanksnGot a China man's chance to fill banks like Phil BanksnFor soldiers in the future, giving thanks in advance we saynnBring 'em back homenFor my brothers and my sisters who been gone too long, we say nBring 'em back homenAnd I don't want to have to keep on singing this song, we saynBring 'em back homenFor my brothers and my sisters who been gone too long, we say nBring 'em back homenAnd I don't want to have to keep on singing this song