[male vocals] Oh...
You
did
this...
You
really
did
this.
Yeah,
let
the
beat
breathe.
Just
listen
to
the
story.
You
came
with
a
Bible
in
one
hand,
Told
us
to
close
our
eyes
and
pray
for
heaven
in
the
sky,
While
your
other
hand
was
busy
packing
our
ground,
Gold,
silver,
and
crude
oil
passing
us
by.
You
called
our
Gods
idols,
Yet
you
carried
them
away
to
your
museums,
You
said
our
ways
were
darkness,
Yet
you
used
our
craft
to
build
your
kingdom.
I
see
through
the
glass,
clear
as
the
day,
You
took
the
sun
and
told
us
to
look
away.
You
wiped
our
minds,
Took
our
Gods
and
turned
us
against
our
own.
You
gave
us
pastors,
you
gave
us
bishops,
You
used
Jesus
to
buy
us,
then
brought
Him
back
as
a
God
forced
upon
us,
Forced
Mohammed
and
Allah
upon
us
too.
You
turned
our
land
into
your
farm,
And
made
us
tenants
on
our
own
soil.
You
did
this.
Oh,
you
did
this.
You
no
longer
needed
chains,
You
found
a
better
way.
You
bought
our
politicians,
And
made
them
dance
for
your
pay.
They
trade
our
future
for
a
suitcase
of
foreign
cash,
Leaving
the
streets
to
crumble
into
a
pile
of
ash.
You
keep
us
divided,
tribe
against
tribe,
While
you
sit
back
and
divide
the
global
bribe.
You
talk
of
progress
but
it's
built
on
our
tears,
You’
ve
been
running
this
game
for
hundreds
of
years.
But
the
clock
is
ticking,
the
rhythm
is
strong,
We're
rewriting
the
book
where
we
belong.
You
wiped
our
minds,
Took
our
Gods
and
turned
us
against
our
own.
You
gave
us
pastors,
you
gave
us
bishops,
You
used
Jesus
to
buy
us,
then
brought
Him
back
as
a
God
forced
upon
us,
Forced
Mohammed
and
Allah
upon
us
too.
You
turned
our
land
into
your
farm,
And
made
us
tenants
on
our
own
soil.
You
did
this.
Oh,
you
did
this.
Can
you
hear
the
ground
shifting
beneath
your
feet?
Can
you
feel
the
pulse
of
the
soul
in
the
street?
It’
s
not
a
revolution
of
fire
and
rage,
It’
s
the
wisdom
of
the
elders
turning
the
page.
We
see
the
patterns,
we
see
the
design,
We’
re
reclaiming
the
truth,
line
by
line.
So
keep
your
speeches
and
your
hollowed-out
laws,
We’
re
finding
the
strength
in
our
own
flaws.
No
more
begging
for
a
seat
at
the
table
you
made,
We’
re
building
our
own,
and
the
foundation
won't
fade.
It’
s
a
new
day
dawning,
the
vision
is
clear,
The
ghost
of
your
control
starts
to
disappear.
We
own
the
narrative,
we
own
the
sound,
We’
re
reclaiming
the
power
from
the
underground.
You
wiped
our
minds,
Took
our
Gods
and
turned
us
against
our
own.
You
gave
us
pastors,
you
gave
us
bishops,
You
used
Jesus
to
buy
us,
then
brought
Him
back
as
a
God
forced
upon
us,
Forced
Mohammed
and
Allah
upon
us
too.
You
turned
our
land
into
your
farm,
And
made
us
tenants
on
our
own
soil.
You
did
this.
Oh,
you
did
this.
You
did
this,
but
we're
undoing
it.
One
beat,
one
truth,
one
voice
at
a
time.
Yeah.
Keep
the
head
nodding.
Just
truth.
Boom
Bap
style.
Out.