I hope y’all got your cameras rolling. Welcome to the movement

The school system tried to tell me God don’t exist

Hip hop told me God was on my wrist

And I should sell my soul for this check

Then I could have his piece around my neck

But then I walked outside

And I saw nothing but some fallen kings

Cemeteries full of soldiers nothing but fallen dreams

My cousin told me I should follow dreams

Right before they rolled up

Masked up like it’s Halloween

The chains off it’s time to blast off

Let me loose take your hands off

And I am sick of media tryna tell me who to be

If you with me take that mask off

You hear the screams of our broken mothers

Look in the eyes of our broken brothers

You hear the cries of our broken sisters

Hope’s louder though he usually whispers

That’s not a war for the faint of hearted

A war probably came to get it started

The last king that they saw was Martin

Now place your eyes on 300 Spartans

And we ain’t come to make peace

We came to make war and bring healing to our streets

Give the blind sight to see

The deaf urge to hear and raise the dead from they sleep

Can these bones live? Can they breathe?

It’s that time homie watch and see

And don’t you get confused watching me

‘Cause I am not confused

I know I got a cross waiting for me