[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