[Verse 1: Akin] Ayo ayo, well guess who's takin' over this? Just like supreme soviet Is down by lord's gover. Fit up all the fist Brown-skinned man. I smoke the reefer plants And still making plans while they make the band I spit venom—the quintessential mic phantom The rhyme villain wanted for dealing truth, a felon and This new world up we like to call home Of the brave and free and the unknown roam With host of future, black moguls Blue collar whites with the mic to fight vultures That's utopia. I'm getting over ya Head gets the lead, hit hard when I hold it to the Paper, write a song so y'all can all sing along f** that—I ring alarms ‘til your school's out. It's bombs Over Baghdad and Iraq. Kuwait at the same time I'm sick of your lame rhymes. Y'all pray when it's game time [Verse 2: Cise Star] Surviving the storm, a go-bot with multiple forms Psychedelic with the relic, star-gate to beyond 2000-and-1 Space Odyssey in the sun Like Tron, I'm in the game, so deep in the blood Following hope, pushing over stumbling blocks I'm holding on to the little bit of love that I've got For my peoples in the city that be holding they own To my peoples in the country that be building their homes To my fathers that be paying child support to they kids To my dialing-out brothers in the jail doing bids Keep your head up Heart strong With fists in the air Keep your head up, heart strong with fists in the air Keep your weight up. For Cise Star, we taking it there So breath [Bridge 1: Cise Star] (x2) We're gonna k** it with the spirit of change I be the only brother fanning the flames [Bridge 2: Akin Yai] Go move it to this movement, do it, make your daddy proud Now we speak into sh** too deep, yet we stay above ground [Verse 3: Cise Star] I see people how they want to be seen Just another human being, trying to make in your dream It's the little things that mean so much in this life So I'ma treat you like a brother—f** a wicked device Be the more better blues when you good and you lose Be the black man survive. I'm paying my dues Beating ridiculous wickedness I'm seeing on news It makes a predicament. Hit or miss, so what do we do? Cultivate Your New Experience, open your arms Embrace everything that's around you ‘cause you living with God Holding on, holding strong ‘cause we're living it now Keep it on, hope is ours ‘cause the love is found For real. Speak easy to the gravel on streets Asphalt molding the beats, emanate in the heat And beating many, many tears ‘cause the road is harsh Striving in the city of God