Ah, for you, I light fire in the sky, my love dispels darkness, I place the pot over fire, add water, flour and meat, we shall nourish each other with worms and bread,
born of stars, of pale moonlight skimming mountaintops, we are men and women exchanging glances at the crossroads, I am born of the sky, sassy.
Can the steel on a wheel if you must?
Heroes now are being trampled
in the dust.
Stand level two of a system to void.
Knowledge of the slave's foot
will never be destroyed.
Unguarded, slide the gates.
Thinker will never do
any good if enslaved.
A soul to a soul, a rebel to a cause.
An error to a flaw, another
African to the door.
Fearful mind, the phobia lies alone.
Rebels sold, the truth is not known.
The battle cry for freedom, shout aloud,
and again sweat drops from the black crowd.
The scroll is the magic,
I am the bearer
The wisdom's in my words,
my mind is your mirror
Let the war drum unroll
Stand brave and witness rebel soul
Now onto the road
Traveling
God's place in a black watch mode
The key brings the dazzling motherlode
No justice, no peace
Handing back the plans just deleted
Too many brothers,
too many sis left for the other side
Now their spirits seeking the freedom ride
Will come
The threat to the birth of a clan
Forget the ego,
it takes a woman and a man
My guard is up, so now you cop a plea
This is protected with a key, you sissy
From black to white
drives minds of magic
Tamper with that, the result?
Tragic
That glorious knowledge on the
tip of my tongue
Equipped as all true rebels come
A force knocking obstacles from the past
The spirit, the signs to my math
Caught in the mold,
the method is confined
The simple bits of secrets
in the life of mine
Destined to the road, the path, the journey
You witness the flame,
but it cannot burn me
Step by step,
a higher level of a pyramid
Stride down, you're worthless, invalid
I am the hands on the
face of your clock
Only the mind of the weak keeps
tipping on the same
Rock rebel soul from the heart
Here's the thought of a twelve -gauge
Let me turn this black page
Day one, the tale of the original son
In a stolen land smacked by
logic's hands
Comes the understanding of the black man
So, let's be me
Bearing a crown with a key,
stepping to the possibilities of we.
Yo
B, can't you see,
only by all means for me.
And freedom or death, go we.
Rebel soul, the key is the goal.
Profess, professor,
X, the black turns gold.
Let the aggression come again.
Attitude, the lesson I intend to send.
I create a rule for what is worth,
please listen.
My fist bears wounds, but
it's in the upright position.
Faithful in word, like a scribe I come.
The black watch the distance,
the moon to the sun.
Rebel's soul has just begun
At the road,
Van
Glorious
This is protected by the red,
the black, and the green
With a
K,
Sissy
Choo choo.
Isis 
