Lyrics

Martin. Malcom. We all know the outcome.
Before they departed, we all heard his dreams.
I can't sleep at night. I got to keep my focus tight
Cuse most of ya'll around me are depressed with a lack of sight.
I can get lost in the light, until infinity.
My revolutions will always be grounded in eternity.
So, grab a chair and listen. I'm still on my mission.
I'm still in my zone like when they called me “T-Bone”.
Why grab a microphone when I’m close enough to whisper?
I can paint a picture of my soul and be descriptive.
Shout out to all the dreamers, and all the “please believe”ers.
Who gets it in with the theme, beating from the speakers.
wake up wake up and tell them what is coming.
The day is ours, and we’re living large like Philip Drummond.

Evers. Hampton. We all know what happened!
Before they departed, we all heard his dreams.
Walter Scott. Michael Brown. Tamir Rice was only 12.
Black man on the pavement, we all heard him scream.
Eastside of Atlanta to the Eastside of Toronto.
I shoutout folk in Scarborough, but we still got them fiends.
Check into Loraine Motel. People pointing over there.
Take a closer look, things ain't all ways what they seem.

I see your whole regret and common sense, the two don't mix.
Some talking fresh and slick but can't escape from emptiness.
You want to change the world but reject the architect.
What did you expect? You've been victimized by intellect.
What does the future hold when the world is run by code?
Everything's autonomous, the Watchers are anonymous.
While all of this is obvious to those of the Elect,
The moral of the story, all the others gonna get checked.
Shoutout to all the leaders and truth seeking teachers.
And all of those who oppose the whitewashed reasons.
wake up wake up and tell them what is coming.
The day is ours. Time is now. You can stop wondering.