Like Malcolm X -   
         kissed off his slave name,   
                   kissed off his master's god,   
                   raised his fist in righteous rage.  

And Dr. King doesn't rest in peace   
due to the spread of this disease. 

'cause this triage   
       ain't no solution.   
           Heaven help the man who can't sing or dance.  

Who cast the stone at WWII   
'bout the good neighbor turnin' on the Jew -   
when time will recall us in the same breath,   
you and me? 

The scope gun of indifference   
        is trained on our souls.  

The gravespin of heroes   
       seeds the cloud with dust and blood.  

Not buried deep enough   
          to distance the thunder of truth.   
          (better bullet-proof your boy).   

Bullys are cowards naturally,   
spin on one and sink your knee,   
right the wrongs of history.   

Fight the good fight.