Yo I step up, because I see no one stepping up
I’m gonna rub it in the face of those I label nuts 
Hurrying further back the blurred ya’ll
Never standing still to think about the mind and soul
I’m gonna call out before ya fall, deep into the core
Of your own wars, that you applaud and adore
And afford, thus:  ya’ll creating the tension
The pressure - and the mess I done mentioned
All for the glory of power – self-esteem
Acting like machines, ya’ll are living in a dream
And it seems ya’ll don’t care, But I think you aint aware
So I scream on the rhythm, it’s only fair
I’m gonna dare those in power to consider a correction
Look away from the g-g-g-general direction
Drop the gold man, the cellular phone
Just listen to your intuition, your inner tone

Do we sin within the civiling
Envisioning, ya’ll are digging why’s
Nobody listening?
Like a slave, ya’ll are chained to the crave
Hiding in the cave, ya digging your own grave

Ya’ll cluster, in-between the dirt and dust
Still ya judge those different than ya, like it’s a must
To be living solely for the material and the gold
It’s a goal these days to be “higher” than the others are
Don’t be mislead by the wrong information
It isn’t racial; it’s got to do with education
Don’t inform a child, and ya better watch out
He’s on another route, and he knows no doubt
Who’s holding him back, it’s those with the interests                  
Living in the west— yes they invest                
But not in the best interest of development
Rather for control, and for even more management
Damaging the bond developing the terrorism
Growing odium in-the-mind-the-adolescent
Now the bells ringing, the time’s come for listening
To the Skillah, Inna-Truth,  envisioning