[Verse 1: Big Gipp]

Why is it you fail, to see a man

In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'?

In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up

From the ashes that defy your lift, listen up

Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks

Stone-walker, the side-walker, watches loose lips, Wall sweat

Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch

Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H2O

Four coats'll make it glaze

Beams rooted like dogwood, between the pine, wind

Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale

Still fetchin' water out the well

Emphasized, by the grind, by the times

Hear the chimes, wages garnered, corners find misused, deadbeat daddies

Rico dead and he didn't make the TV, so why should I weep?

Man gon' by, see you when my light blow

Got more good than dirt to throw

And I won't pull between the halo

And a fork-pitch, suffocated by my rhymes...

[Hook: Debra Killings & Cee-Lo]

Rest your mind in distant wilderness

Take your time and concentrate on it

Take a stand and make your hand a fist

We got a reason to resist

[Verse 2: T-Mo]

The mortal originator, don't cross the fader

Chillin' in Decatur, where it's greater

Secure streets, in the hood late at nights, dippin' fine

Hard not to be slippin', if they come, I won't run

When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date

And you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar

After the death of its creator, genocidal tendencies

When they mention He who listens, the unseen hand

Slappin' the faces of the young Black man when they sin

Knowin' that we God-like

Got to keep it right with my people

'Cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make

I can't escape fate

The date, as I await (Nah)

As I await, I can't fake

Can't fake... I can't fake, I'm true with it

[Verse 3: Khujo]

All duffel for the cash, platinum within my sap from another Earth spill

Need a tea leaf, your very existence

Is considered a privilege

Fucked up, and it can't be revoked

Pay your taxes, uhh

Snake eyes, strapped with flaws

Still ignorant to a lot of laws

Man-made, but that's a dot

Everybody from the East Coast done went back home

To think; gather they thoughts

Mixed negative after reoccurrences

I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them

It's easy to commit, hard to resist

And once we cross that line segment

Not even our producers can bring us back

Eyeballs peeled, eardrums opened, egos stripped, stroked

Another low blow delivered to the Hip-Hop culture, uhh

Industry consists of thieveries, prostitutes, and vultures

If somethin' bigger than us, Pastor Blue told us

That it wasn't a Heaven for G's

Then we toot this, continue your devilish deeds

I mean, activities, that just show, that it's a Hell for Jacks

Independent, but you distributed by your masters' labels

Still a slave, but you just get to eat at the white man's table

Lookin' like Gebel, Gunther

On the Guinness Book of World Records

God didn't like ugly, and he wasn't too fond of cute either

A climate of caution

(The law will conquer...) A climate of caution

(In effect) Hard acts to follow

[Hook: Debra Killings & Cee-Lo]

Rest your mind, distant wilderness

Take your time, concentrate on it

Take a stand and make your hand a fist

We got a reason to resist

[Verse 4: Cee-Lo]

Where ever I am, you can feel God is present

In the midst of darkness, if you spark up, bet somebody gonna see it

It is necessary for me to speak these words now

Another day here hasn't been promised to me

Don't you agree – that you never fail when you try?

I'm willing to die

But first, I–am willing to live

And I overstand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice

In order to reveal, you gon' have to destroy

And if you ain't thinkin' right, you damn sure can't act right,

Somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone

Revolution doesn't mean fightin' in these streets

And it ain't gonna be no revolution, without the women

And–it ain't gonna be no future, without the children

And–it ain't gonna be no children, without the men

And–you can't have no love without the trust

And no trust can come without communication

And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say

You can't teach about what you been deceived about too

Any book you read is still limited education

You gon' have to talk to God personally

And time is short

And, He's on His way

And I will receive a great reward for what I've done

And this is all that really matters to me

In time you will see, what I told you was true

And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you

I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true

[Hook: Debra Killings & Cee-Lo]

Rest your mind, distant wilderness

Take your time and concentrate on it

Take a stand and make your hand a fist

(One time) We got a reason to resist

[Outro: Debra Killings]

Got a reason to resist

We got a reason to resist

Resist, resist, resist

Reason...