[Verse I]

Here we go again

The same topic

"It happened such a long time ago

Why don't you drop it ?"

Huh ?

That's because there are some things I can't forget

Like the color of my skin and the size of my intellect

Check

I don't reject the progress that you've made

At least somebody tried to put an end to the charade

But shish -

Thats the light

I'm concerned about the shade under which you hide - the reason our two worlds still collide ...

Don't play dumb def and blind ...

I just won't let that slide

It's not about if it's polite to say "nigga"

It's not an American thing

The problem is much bigger

I'm cursed

I know you see your hurst when I enter the door

I seen you clutch your purse when I entered the store

You're scared so you come fully prepared

Ready for war

Like "Get your face down on the floor!!"

[Hook]

They want me to get shot ...

They want me to get popped ...

They put a hex on my life x4

They want me to get dropped ...

They want me to get stopped ...

They put a hex on my life x4

[Verse II] (Blitz The Ambassador)

Yah -

They say music is a weapon

Imma cock back, steady blast out of question

Che Guevara mix the Fela horns and percussion

Two turn tables and an AK47

Blow !

Now you understand how we feelin'

Hunger in the streets and the government is chillin'

Greedy corporations on the continent they killin'

Went from Europe to China

The resources they stealing

Damn !

How you gonna sit while they plunder

Look what Idi Amin Dada did to Uganda

Supported by the CIA making you wonder

Africa must wake up cause they taking us under

For real

What we gotta do

We gotta unite

And imma ride for you

So shine your light

And I ain't talking just on the continent

The whole world is crazy

From Ferguson Missouri down to Rio de Janeiro

Gonna rise ...

[Verse III] (Rootwords)

"All life matters"

That's word to my mother

But it seems like some lives are worth more than others

I think - I think - I need - I need a bullet proof vest

'Cause somebody is putting bullet holes in my voodoo dolls chest !

And they won't rest till I'm dead and gone

For centuries I've been singing the same song

But I'm too strong ... for 'dem

It must be the melanin in my skin

The heavy dose prevents the lethal comatose

I'm too aware !

Of all their undermining tactics ...

666

Puppet master theatrics

You cannot keep me under your thumb

Stick me with pins and needles my reaction is run

And very far !

You tried to have me roast

Got close; but no cigar

Hanging from a lamp post

My ghost couldn't get scared

Red - Black and Green is my symbol of Freedom

Burning Rhodesia badges and Confederate flags to ashes