[Verse 1]
What's the cause of poverty? Was it 'cause we were slaves?
Effects carried on, oppressed in these modern days
Was it 'cause of the lies? They took away the history
Ancestors arrived to only see the misery
Look me in the eyes; tell me, what's the penalty?
Devils in disguise, evils for identity
Melanated pride, righteous God, infinity
Elijah on my mind, Malcolm in my memory
Start from scratch, gotta devisе me a plan
Money, power, rеspect to the original man
If you a part of knowledge, you can overly stand
The power of the crown in the palm of my hand
So praiseworthy is Muhammad
A scholar of the science and the hustlenomics, move Islamic
'Cause prayers be the most logic
I ain't rockin' with the internet, it be all gossip
You speakin' false prophets

[Chorus]
Start from scratch, gotta devise me a plan
Money, power, respect to the original man
Paradise on Earth and 40 acres of land
I want the best for my brother, not a life in the can
Start from stratch, gotta devise me a plan
We a clan, you the man, I'll be damned, no pork, no ham
We need mo' grams
Came with The Architect, so get with the program
[Verse 2]
For many centuries, they held us down
For many centuries, I'm hearin' sounds
In the field of free labor, I got no choice but to do major
I'm hearin' they voice, "They can't save ya"
Tellin' me to make cream and use the opportunity
I hold my head, keep the faith and spread the unity
One thing money can't buy is the loyalty
Gotta succeed and treat my people like royalty
Survivin' the times is a must
Gotta keep up with the times, lose a lot of trust
Old war tactics, got 'em knockin' off the dust
Full metal jackets, got 'em knockin' off the rust
Helmets and folded flags, they itchin' for bodybags
The devil is a lie, no need for polygraph
They hide the facts in plain sight
It's my duty to write, I inspire to enlight
My people still affected by the days of blight
When runnin' away, if you get caught, you earn a stripe
Move towards the north, chasin' stars in the night
We know the snakes lurk, so keep your distance from the bite, uh
We know the snakes lurk, so keep your distance from the bite

[Chorus]
Start from scratch, gotta devise me a plan
Money, power, respect to the original man
Paradise on Earth and 40 acres of land
I want the best for my brother, not a life in the can
Start from stratch, gotta devise me a plan
We a clan, you the man, I'll be damned, no pork, no ham
We need mo' grands
Came with The Architect, so get with the program