Descendants of third world travellers
living as second class citizens
the math is division, subtracting past innocence

immigrants casted in squalor
stripped of badges of honor
living attached for a chance at a dollar

The path we follow is uncharted
but as soon as one carves it,
we move and charge in

threw caution to the breeze
for seeds that grew in this Blue Harvest
regardless of the hue of the God who imparts us

with heart,
this art is confused by most
with different views on the tube,

let me school you folks
the music wrote infused with guns and crack residue,
mostly young blacks, so what are the facts telling you?

That the system was created to fail
designed for minorities to see a grave or a jail
but how am I a minority?

When right here I'm standing with the passionate,
raps spark the heart of every activist