Verse 1(Paris)

Yo
The eye opening speech P, Pain, The God
Prophetic thoughts -new sense of the
Knowledge, lessons of the truth on point
Through the booth
Black Lives Matter man check my poetry
Stages of life without iniquity spiritual
Vibration mind and the soul my observation
Reflection bring the wisdom, wisdom
Better than silver and the gold
Hatred and fear never blind my black people
The cornerstone better world to the people
The gods on the mic Pain, Paris, The ironGod
Black Lives Matter man yo
Black power yo
Black Lives mater man yo
Black power yo

Hook(Truth)

Black live matter x3
Tired of seeing my people getting murdered
Down with the five percentas
Down with the panthers x2
Verse 2(Pain The Emcee)

Nobody cares in a 3rd world country
Nobody cares about eridicating poverty
You are nothing but a state property
The man in suit and tie is living in luxury
While you suffering
He can't save his people his soul is tainted
By greed and evil
Unemployment, and underdevelopment
Is the curse of our nation ghetto children
Are turning into criminals while others be
Facing incarceration
Agenda 21 the black depopulation plan
Has begun
Law enforcement killing blacks
Outrageous Xenophobic attacks why are
WE fighting on the land that's covered by
The blood of our ancestors thy who fought
To protect us from the real enemy the white
Man isn't a friend of me I stand for the
Africanist socialist democracy my philosophy
I worship black supremacy


Hook(Truth)
Black live matter x3
Tired of seeing my people getting murdered
Down with the five percentas
Down with the panthers x2

Verse 3(Skeptik monk)


Plant a seed a teardrop of the seven seas
Raised under African sun
100 degrees, poisonous rhymes fatal sting
Of killa bees, I escaped purgatory that's why
I tell my story, gory details of lynchings and
Hangmen, superiority squabbles tales of the
Tradesmen, how the south was won
Deception of the paleman, my melanin drips
The witch doctor's prognosis, divide and
Conquer ultimate sclerosis, the food is poison
3rd eye is slow closing, the antidote is roots
But my people are misguided, we jumping
The queues for breadcrumbs is black violence
Ignoring the clues of fruits sown out of
Kindness, you need to follow rules as told by
Credo Mutwa, before you lose yourselves
In fake hallelujahs, freedom is taken not
Given, glad to school ya


Hook(Truth)

Black live matter x3
Tired of seeing my people getting murdered
Down with the five percentas
Down with the panthers x2


Outro

Martin Luther Jr speech