[Verse 1: Recognize Ali]
Why should I look back on events? And I'm making progress
They said to pray for redemption ‘cause behind these bars is detention
Built to stand the tension. I ain't venting. I'm inventing
Eyes wide-shut in the rain when I'm dancing
You ain't feel hitched but I'm the last man standing
I suggest your sh** to get a proper understanding. You just
Stepped to my school of thoughts. Can you see through the heart?
Who you are is controlled by the mind—there's some food for thought
Shoot for stars, full of art, slice, skin Kunta Kinte
Sin que I want my freedom back. I am sin que
Take me back to Africa. I miss my blood sister
Da Vinci with a pen—always paint you a solid picture
My dogs got rabies. sh** is sick like that
They say, “He from Africa. How come he spit like that?
He never went to college. How he drop science like that?”
A real n***a throw me science, I'll throw science right back
Yeah