| Brothers and Sisters | 
| We are in the final days | 
| And we must have black unity now or else | 
| In the distance echoing | 
| Horns from the freedom train starting to blow | 
| The door moves slow | 
| With a quickness dash to get your mental | 
| Now I’m dashing, clashing with the thoughts | 
| I used to have. | 
| It’s time for math | 
| Lets add and divide to get the ones that glide | 
| Now it’s time to subtract | 
| I pledge allegiance to only the black | 
| Take me to war for that | 
| Remember it’s God you’ll be fighting | 
| I am light with words my third eye spread wings | 
| To fly like birds | 
| That’s when I spotted your plan | 
| Remember I am black man, the first man | 
| And sooner than later I shall be the last | 
| I will survive your blast | 
| My mental when walk when your physical’s ash | 
| I am Sun | 
| Lords of Light! | 
| There was an eclipse of the sun | 
| This eclipse was unlike any other | 
| It rained but the ground was not wet | 
| The very next day the sun does not set | 
| Crash! | 
| now there’s blood on the moon | 
| Flash! | 
| the first seal came soon | 
| I step onto my patio to view the glare | 
| And the air was of a lukewarm texture | 
| I am calm, there’s no time to be tense | 
| To be reflective prepare | 
| To get back to the essense | 
| Suddenly I am greeted by a hand | 
| It is Malcolm X the X is now known | 
| I am walked with then I am shown | 
| It is time, now I see the light on the chrome | 
| And I don’t need no sunglasses | 
| No more lessons and no more classes I’m there | 
| You had best prepare for the coming of all | 
| When the smoke clears I’ll stand tall | 
| Look at you devil now you’re sweating | 
| I’m telling you, you can’t run | 
| From the hand of Armageddon | 
| So now you dare to harm my physical | 
| With your chemical warfare | 
| The beast don’t care | 
| That’s why he eats his pig steak rare | 
| So he can taste the blood | 
| Like a bitch trying to feast on a plug | 
| Get ready to attack | 
| No sweating as we march to armageddon | 
| March! | 
| all the black hut-2−3-4 | 
| March! | 
| all the black hut-2−3-4 | 
| March! | 
| for the time is now | 
| Sooner than later the devil shall bow | 
| I will witness this | 
| Red black and green with a tight fist | 
| I dream of the day when all the blacks | 
| Sit down to chill and unite as one |