Bring that beat in sound the drums,   The single finger in the air amidst a thousand thumbs,   Hitchhiking out of here on the back of a truck;   My message is the snare drowning out the pounding toms; (come on)      I’m not the same shit you’ve heard before;   My heart is the beat on the first and fourth;   Hip-hop isn’t dead this is urban lore;   We’ll drag that horse to water and make it thirst for more; (come on)      Turn that trickle to a stream and a stream to a geyser;   Our dreams are the fire that’ll burst it forth   Break dance on the soap box the curb has formed;   Music is our white flag on an earth at war; (come on)      Discontent is the anvil where these words are formed;   The fuel on the fire that you burnt this for;   This song goes out to those who’ve heard the call;   If the law serves the rich then we’ll serve the poor; (come on)      Every face in this crowd has an ear for the sound,   And an eye on our way, way, down;   Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared;   That our people are weighed, weighed down;      Every body at the stage, who can catch my gaze,   Just to tell me that they’re weighed, weighed down-;   By every minute of the day that we day that we waste;   Not changing our ways,      Drop that beat out, settle the groove in;   I’ll do what I gotta do to get you to tune in;   My inner child’s off cutting sick on the mood swings;   But play ground tactics are the reason I do this;      Aint it sick that we hide from the truth,   Till advice on a loop, makes us look past the movie screen;   All these films bout aliens and space ships,   Might amaze kids who forget that their the future’s bleak;      Alright, yeah we’re kind of on a losing streak,   But won’t forget a victory for a few defeats; at least;   Racism isn’t even what it used to be;   The man can barely even draw that gap between blue and green;      And though I do complain we aren’t truly free;   We are still who we choose to be;   We are still when we move to a beat;   So when they ask why, I’ll tell them I choose to speak;      Every face in this room has an ear for the sound,   And an eye on our way, way, down;   Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared;   That our people are weighed, weighed down;      Every body at the stage, who can catch my gaze,   Just to tell me that they’re weighed, weighed down-;   By every minute of the day that we day that we waste;   Not changing our ways,      For every head I offend with the lyrics I take down;   Or women I’ve loved who might break down;   For all my family and friends, I hope we stand to the end;   I can’t edit a word it’s too late now;      For every face in the crowd, who I make proud,   Cause we’ve all taken hits but won’t stay down;   I might never say I’m great, but I’m grateful,   Cause I don’t believe that a king would ever wear that fake crown;      Every face in this room has an ear for the sound,   And an eye on our way, way, down;   Every fist in the air, waving it like they cared;   That our people are weighed, weighed down;      Every body at the stage, who can catch my gaze,   Just to tell me that they’re weighed, weighed down-;   By every minute of the day that we day that we waste;   Not changing our ways,