| I was, uh, too young to care when my father died |
| I had to put one in the air when my mama died |
| Both victims of completely different homicides |
| It makes me wonder sometimes, damn, how I’ma die |
| I can’t shake these memories, I’m haunted by |
| If it bring a tear to your eye then I apologize |
| When every child is born another shot is fired |
| How many hours is left before the clock expire? |
| I’m bothered by it, and placing the bricks instead of sound |
| Wondering how to move a nation of millions |
| Because they ain’t felt the bass in a minute |
| Every minute hip hop is ever so patiently waiting to get it |
| Take a look into the sky and see 'em scraping the buildings |
| Or look into the mirror, see the face of resilience |
| My heart and frustrations is in it, when I spit it it’s vintage |
| So molded into my own image, yeah |
| Come together |
| One thing I can tell you is you got to be free |
| (Move a nation of millions, it ain’t hard to tell) |
| One thing I can tell you is you got to be free |
| (Move a nation of millions, it ain’t hard to tell) |
| One thing, one thing I can tell you is you got to be free |
| (Move a nation of millions, it ain’t hard to tell) |
| One thing I can te-te-tell you is you got to be free |
| (Move a nation of millions) |
| Come together right now |
| (Bri-bri-bridging the gap, yeah) |
| Come together right now |
| (Bri-bri-bridging the gap, yeah) |
| Come together right now |
| (Bri-bri-bridging the gap, yeah) |
| Come together right now |
| (Bri-bri-bridging the gap, yeah) |
| Uh, a sick cycle where we living revolved |
| Like we’re one step away from forever sleeping tomorrow |
| Fighting for pieces of hog, my is scarred |
| Hard to be godbody, niggas body your squad |
| Go against all laws, turn up the pressure from the neck up |
| It ain’t all good, the hood really need a checkup |
| The blood and the veins, it seems it long ago changed |
| All addicted to riches, fame is a cold game |
| Dopeboys and rappers, that’s the role models |
| My soul feel hollow, there is no tomorrow |
| We need to come together like X and King |
| 'Fore we live another day all vexed in |
| I got a sixth sense, homie, 'cause I’m blessed with this |
| Roots crew and Zion I Official messengers |
| But when the stress it get too much it might bust |
| Put the pain down, player, get together with us, yeah |
| Come together right now |