There's a war going on outside... No man is safe. From himself. But this aint no World War whatever... No Warsaw. Work with me. And watch. Cuz what's going on around here is way worse than what you might be aWAre of... whoa!
Last night I had a dream Jesus came back as a Palestinian. He kept yelling at me, "Say word son!"
And I kept yelling back "Word" like, "I have none."
Speak.
I understand my purpose, but my shadow may not be big enough.
Every word is measured against the Tower of Babel...
Like here's your punishment. I'm calling you.
I'm calling you out.
Like put your mama on the phone because I know you're daddy ain't home...
write bars where (in this city) the consequences are being who you are.
write bars in this city... go to too hard... and get life bars.
My nigga told me if G.d didn't let him into Heaven, he was breakin inside.
And I was breakin' in(side) like "There's nowhere to hide."
It was Heaven... Jesus was there... HANGING with Emmett Till...
and I could here "Strange Fruit" playing in the background.
So I leaned over and grabbed the microphone from Michael Jackson who grabbed it from James Brown and cleared my throat...
speak.
