Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, here we go What if everything was at the wrong time? Lying, the wrong space, and songs rhyme To meter out the distance back to the (?) With kings and queens and every hiccup in between Was dreams and the blood and death would mean something With another eye open and fists raised Just a greeting or phrase A meeting of tired militants, the war-torn regions Only known for killing beautiful black Sit in the pyramids, being Imhotep of homies Sense of loneliness the price of paying for a new beginning I got a pocket full of staaaaaars Flyin' up to Mars You inhibit a world where hue is not a death sentence So drop the message, already open for suggestion, whatever Get at me, my brothers, my sisters, get at me I love you