Lyrics: Eric St. John/Armando Colon
Music: Eric St. John/Armando Colon
Yo, I'm always dedicated
Some people never made it
For the ones that did we should be celebrated
I come from the roots, I got my own land
It's only one God, I fear no man
So whatcha need to know?
I keep it on the low
I'm always on the job
To receive the dough
And these crooked cops
They got me irate
My brothers from another mother change our mindstate
I hope you see the vision
I'm talking with your eyes
Then repeat the mission
Ain't no telling lies
You all need to listen (Listen)
So we can rise
Or we gon' to be in prison
From all this crime
This for every individual that works at a minimal
Go back to the motherland and use all the rituals
The one's just to get it, the trust to admit it
Spoke to the ancestors, got in touch with my spirit
We're all marked like the days on the calendar
Sharp as the sphere they used back in Africa
A bunch of frauds we gon' air out
Keep our circle tight, and push the squares out
We always on the move, it's no need to settle
And what I process is on a deeper level
You know this whole time, I mean we gon' shine
And we won't stop till we dig a gold mine
I mean the people here, we let them suckers try
But when they see us coming, they all run and hide
They can't speak to me
A different scenery
'Cause the way we operate's a different frequency
Stay black
Stay black
Stay black
'Cause you know we the people, we just fighting to be equal
Stay black
Stay black
Stay black
'Cause you know we the people, we just fighting to be equal
Stay black