The Times

Televised revolutions on the net

Only yet we’re witnessing connecting us could pose a threat

Over through the openness of poverty & hopelessness

Cover it with shadows of a mob, tipping over stress

& they’ve got their torches lit

Progressive acting vocalist

Close the lips of those who only wish to keep on holding whips

Stolen chips are given back, what be that, Sherwood

Justice wears the face of us, who be that, Thurgood

Butter flies are flapping wings

off the banks of river Nile

Entitled waves amass a scene

wash away the villains vile

This is how we disembowel

The belly of beast

Another message from the east

I only hope we hear it loud

Let the wise men deliver, to the salivating crowd

Thirsty for the end of hurting, fiending to begin the plow

Plant the seeds for the pupils raised in the ways of now

Present for the present state to never let it come around

& My, my look at the times we’re living in

As time dies, a new era fit to begin

Let’s celebrate the end, & get to starting over

Birth of a nation

Problems that they’re facing

Shadowed by rejoicing tears, cry for liberation

Indeed congratulations is in order

I’m from north of the border

Responsible for the slaughter

I was on their side

For them I’ll always ride

Being raised in the states, I learned we’re in the same tribe

Niggas in the eyes of those from outside

They wanted us to die, it’s conquer & divide

It’s all for the oil that rest beneath our soil

Within our turmoil their nations are going to thrive

It’s too late though

The murders & the rape

Have replaced how we relate

With the kind of hate though

All according to plan

Use the color of a man

Then divide up all his land

As if it was fate though

But good luck though to my brothers in the south

Africa’s youngest country hope you show them what you’re about

& My, my look at the times we’re living in

As time dies, a new era fit to begin

Let’s celebrate the end, & get to starting over