Verse One (Dermo):
Take eternal strolls, questing for roots that are stolen
After the book is open, you’ll find the scrolls that are golden
To the heart, it stays the closest, though devils stoop to their lowest
As they shipped us across the oceans with chains to keep us broken
History’s never frozen, from Africa to Rosewood
From Kunta to Roka, then Kool Herc to Oprah
Laziness is verboten, will power is potent
And, many heads approach the spot, but few is chosen
Now, I’m Getting Goals Accomplished
As we close our black fists, you’re witness the strength of a united explosion

Verse Two (Enigma Sept):
Here we go again, rock the boat again
Rock the vote again and then start to marchin'
But where does it lead, and when does it end
And when do we break, and when do we bend
And do we stay true to self, or do we blend in
I’m no immigrant, but I still feel alien
Am I African or am I American
Chicken or the egg, where do I begin
Start with less hate, come and show me love
I am no saint, damn sho ain’t no thug
But you wouldn’t know by the images created
By the media, got my folks sedated
Sit-ins and marching, that there is outdated
For real change, need to be more creative
Think outside the box; ballot sly as a fox
News blues gotta stop; rockin' the mic just to be hot
But I guess that just what happens
Helpin' with the shacklin' of my brethren just by rappin'

Verse Three (MERC):
I let my soul march, I'm no Humphrey Bogart
I'm a Black man who loves break beats and Mozart
I float arks know a thing about so dark
The future so dark like hitting ten on a go kart
In the middle of the night, I give you vitals when I write
I know that's country but I offer this little advice
We trading Skittles for our life; she makes it wiggle for a price
They say that tickles 'cause they laugh at your little device
You call iPads; ask me why am I sad
'Cause I be in the PJ's; you be in a fly pad
They both Crips and Bloods, red and blue when they fly flags
White in the middle, but you wonder why the lies add
Up; move your Chucks if you buck
Put your soles down then you pick your soles up
You can't let Martin Lufer Kang be the crutch
New leaders stand up, new leaders stand up