Formed against us

if Peter was a rock then I'm

one of the nails in the cross

if John told the truth then

somebodies lying

I came into this rusty world

lost and I was crying

corpses in the attic

hiding in the basement from

combative heroin addicts

change the channel

too much statistic static

not to mention media attention

break the antennas

burned spoons and secret sounds

coming from bedrooms of doom

10 spaces down below

hells underground bungalow

in a state of conflicted antagonistic

violent outbreaks and riots

savagery, cruelty and brutish

combative police brutality

bloodshed clothes red

taking shoes off of the dead

isolated and separated

segregated like the great divide

marginalized, and ghettoized

knocked back down, why?

because we always rise up

and stand our ground, why?

because we know that

there is no help for us

nowhere around

believing that our betterment

was in our melanin government

sore and disappointed

in need of big mommas ointment

a chokehold is nothing but a lynching

without a tree and a rope

we're too outspoken that's why they

always go for the throat

in a moment of silence

our spirits never rest

like this war will never rest

the more we think

the Moorish we become

in the battle we have already won

behind the eye is the sun