Black people need A system of ethics To rise them UP out Of the No Soul Something Far more greater Than what blacks Dream Something written Within the pages Of the unseen Written Within the heart And the soul Of all mankind There, There is the space Transcending the times So hey blood That’s cool Nigga dreams And nigga schools And he Won’t even practice His own economics So caught up In the world Of the white electronics The black brain Has to Shut the power OFF So bless you Boss And Yes sir Master Oh Look at me Look at me I’m running faster And faster Past the PREsent And Way past the past Fast Running, running Round and again I see a dead end So I’ll pretend To future So the future Looks bright So How do you make believe? You gather 100,000,000 Of the world’s worst Downtrodden people Set them FREE And Convince them Not to leave That’ll make The women grieve That’ll make For Men who weep For the children They conceive Nahh ‘cause we don’t Want to face the monster So choose The responser For the smart ass Answer back When we ask… Where is our God? World say Do the people know? World say, Do niggas know? Then… The answer Is no… Ize Ofrika