But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit/Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit

Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise/Picture a life where black babies can survive past five

Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode/but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow

Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw/It remains in your brain then of course it grows

As long as the world shall last, there will be wrongs, and if no man objected and no man rebelled, those wrongs would last forever.

It ain't much, but it's the only weapon we have against the Greedheads.

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.