I am the revolution for souls who were executed by flame, forcing their offspring into destitution
I am resolution, trooping from a to b in the rain when it felt like no one was praying for me, fight for you, what is you saying to me? My great grandfather served in nam, I never met him though this is what he passed on to his son, a stern expression, telling him the military isn't an option, this was relayed near a campfire in starkness, rest assured I'll be draft dodging on some Ali, Muhammad, glasses fogging, rebel hearted, won't fight for those who aren't starving, they dont know darkness, experience some hardships then you can holla at me, blasting Pac, feeling like it's me against the world, history unfurling as I twirl a pencil, seeing merlin in a swirl of indo, I am instrumental in the resurrection of spirit, every empire will perish, red flags draped from a terrace, tell me what do you cherish? What are your merits? Who's really the terrorist? I know that their scared of this native American sharing his narrative, I am imperative as the pointing of a spear tip toward myan pyramids, I am survival of heratige, I am the voice that got the sheriff hit close range with a tomahawk speaking for n***as with more issues than comic shops, monologuing, throwing off atomic clocks, public enemy number one drifting through cosmic slop somewhere off in andromeda signaling an armada, tingles in my chakras setting off a wrinkle in the saga, for all the souls lost at wounded knee, the trail of tears, I gotta let these mofuckers know that we're still here and the people will continue, putting elites on our menus, I hope my existence offends you