across the globe we scatter like pieces of tissues,
as our issues, lay on the 5th and 6th page,
of our own agenda, we no longer can identify with
each other.
our hearts lay captive in the dungeons of fear
so when the revolution is calling on us to take arms of awareness
we act like we simply don't care.
this hip-hop generation subscribes to a mutated version
of what's reality, we're pacified by this notion
that our history began after slavery, that in our history
we have no legacy,