Out of the shadows we come as a roar With pen and sound my people soar From the field to the stage From our minds to the page This separate but equal  Will never have a sequel Take a back seat so you can tell  What exactly is our hell- And our revival No, even more so, our survival So we’ll have our own names And our children will have the same We raise our mics, horns and ferrules Become one with these urban jungles Challenging the status quo Especially when you all say no We the people, for the people Ha your equal is feeble Inconceivable how unbelievable I question how it's even legal