[Abiodun Oyemole of Last Poets] We are the revolution We are the changes in the seasons, replenishing the earth of her love We are the scorching hot sun to melt the frozen snow And hearts turned to stone, we condense to air Even the birds make room for us to fly higher than they ever could NASA has always been unnecessary; machines cannot take the flight of the Spirit We are the revolution Reaching inside ourselves to discard the waste of a destructive ingestion Reorganizing the function of our organs Filtering the air for our lungs to breathe Allowing our ears to hear, our tongues to taste, our hearts to feel Our minds to think, our eyes to see There isn't a hint of a scent That we could not detect to prevent us from danger, and direct our anger We are the revolution After having wallowed in the filth and frustration of a Toby experience We embrace our Roots, sturdy our stance And solve this festering problem that has lingered much too long And out of the shadows of our divine blackness, a light appears Hope returns to infancy Wishes are whimsical limbs blowing in the benevolent breeze of change The change has come We are the prayers that have been answered We are the gold, refined We are the climax of a love affair The grace of a blessing We are diamonds of a perfect cut We are the solution We are the revolution [Amir Sulaiman] We are the revolution Dearly beloved, we are created to rise above this Toxic product, this corporate culprit That's why I speak with a voice somewhere in between Your pastor in a pulpit and a hijacker in a co*kpit Screaming, "we are the revolution, we are the revolution!" And my people [are] so sick They never really spit so sick And between brother and brother The relationship [is] in crisis; Our relationships are priceless But we sell them cheap for whatever the price is Like a young Cain and Abel Or the houses of Ismael and Isaac And we snitch on our brother Cause thats how them devils entice us Them cops press your bu*tons and you flip on your sidekick Quicker than you press the bu*ton When the screen flips on your Sidekick I'm scrolling through my contacts in search of the righteous Praying the Lord send me someone g'd up like Jesus Flipping over tables in the Temple Cause that's how real Christ is And that's how real life is Al hum du Allah, we are the revolution When we live like this [Outtro] (we are the revolution) Brothers and sisters, ho's and n***as Hold your soul and listen: We are caught in a system From the 'hood to the 'burbs, from the church to the curb From the colleges where they teach to the blocks where they serve Seeds by fathers are sheep to the slaughter We've gotta hold our sons and our daughters Although our fathers ain't bother (we are the revolution) You brothers, you sisters, you ho's and you n***as Hold your soul and listen: We all got to change this system From the 'hood to the 'burbs, to the mosque, to the curb From the colleges where they teach to the blocks where they serve You brothers, you sisters, you ho's and you n***as