Its a hot desert day
My mind all it wants to do is play
These games I cannot say
My heart feels pain
Remembering those days
When my ancestors used grain
Is it modern slavery day?
All this hate
I cannot bear
Unconscious memories of slave trade
I cannot erase

And then I see
I silhouette
Down the street
Cause we all know what I see
What I see

I swear it is like a zombie war zone out here
"Want some black?" I hear
My heart sinks
My reflection on those eyes
What I see

The sun
The sun
The sun

We need more revolutionaries
Is my response
Do y'all hear me though?
Cause I think light can always overwhelm the dark

What I see

We don't need no heroine addicts no mo'
Think about the moon in the sky
Fantasize about when we use to fly high

Our spirits are alot better than that
Dont be a slave
Thats our history man
but does not have to be our future
Rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Against the system that creates oppression
Not against the brother that's creating progression

I am tired though
Of all the derogatory terms
Like calling a sister a hoe!

Move forward and learn from the Sun
The Sun
The Sun
The Sun

Look at the unified universe
And tell me that doesn't lift you up
Like the kids spitting hip-hop

Get out
out
out

That black hole
The one where they only identify you as a hoe

Get out
out
out

Of that place where you shooting up a needle
Cause that's all a wheel
of destruction

Cant you see?
We dont function

We need you
Its all in the struggle
Like the late nights of 1966's october!
Com'on brotherrr!