Touch 'Em all

they got the guns

they got the bullets

they got a trigger

and they're going to

pull it

we got the bodies

we got the blood

we got  the  power

and they're going to

feel it

they're insane

we got the brain

about to make history

on their remains

stand back

don't give them a reason

our day is coming

soon will be our season

be strong

like Ma'at

don't do wrong

like IMHOTEP

preach and poem

freedom is no longer

our song

our feet hurt because

our march was long

the message is clear

leave us the hell alone