I’m feelin’ my people ~ My people are you feelin’ me ~
I need you to be ~ I need you to be

So here I am and here I stand amongst you all in common place |
I love my brotha’s and my sistahs, therefore, I stand face to face |
I can not deny the fact that I want to surrender and slowly die |
but I’m still here and I’ve survived so like Maya Angelou “I rise” |
We rise as a people and as a nation we rise as one |
black men and black women constantly rising to the sun |
I ain’t done | listen up…I’ve got a lot more on which to speak |
like the beauty and strength of blackness |
like the pride in the black technique, shit we ain’t weak |
but we’ve got to learn when to let things go |
and when it’s necessary to fight (never against each other though)|
there are many people who hate me and despise who I be |
who don’t understand my light provides the means for you to flee |
safely and securely out of the shadows of destruction |
into the arms of a deeper love who will never put a deduction on your soul |
Some say, that absence makes the heart grow fonder |
but without you in my life, yo, my heart starts to wander |
on through new territories, boundaries unbroken |
I speak through the words I write, you’ll never find me outspoken |
I’m always heard and that you betta’ believe |
What I’m trippin’ on is hate and how it can deceive |
and leave black people lost so we never unify |
we must try till we die to solidify our lives |
and I verbalize we must go against the grain |
slay oppressionistic thoughts, get ahead of the game |
 
It’s time for revolution, revolution, revolution |
Revive the revolution |
Revive the revolution
It’s time for revolution, revolution, revolution |
Now’s the revolution |
Now’s the revolution

Once I obtained the strength to challenge those who hate me |
I gave my word that I would never ever let them make me |
into a sistah confused about my blackness |
ashamed of my nappiness |
rising strictly through my sassiness |
oh hell nah, not I, I’ve got more dignity in my essence |
the presence of self-hatred gives birth to destruction and passivity |
monotone verses of straight bullshit, no creativity |
could never be delivered by a soul that’s truly free |
in me, there is a passion that can only be found in black blood |
It’s the same passion that becomes lost
when we drag ourselves through thickened mud |
Be you dark as the night or bright as a fallen star |
I love you to death, my people, love who you are

It’s time for revolution, revolution, revolution |
Now’s the revolution | Now’s the revolution

I’m feelin’ my people ~ My people are you feelin’ me ~
I need you to be ~ I need you to be

(It’s time to revolutionize our perceptions of one another
and the perceptions of those who hate our sistahs and our brotha’s)