[Verse 1: Kojey Radical]
We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution.
The open palm may show you, our separation
is man made. Made in aid of cementing
thoughts that turn John Doe to Adolf.
Where they see we weeds we see seeds see
We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution.
I've seen
flowers grow and petals fall from mountains
surrounded by estates and suburban terrace housing.
Heard notions of positivity discarded like pieces
of puzzles. Muzzled echoes of greatness in fear
Society may not feel the same elations.
We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution
We must be heard.
From the depths of our bellies
From the lump in our throats
When questioned on our perceptions
But fail to mention.
We must continue to be and be in unison.
Be and be in unison.
Like troops with with lowered arms and
open palms.
We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution
[Bridge]
It's amazing.
To witness the hierarchy of
power you deem acceptable
How the masses would rather
Hand decisions to the individuals
Individuals back to masses
In termly political rituals
Stand beside me.
Not as followers as thinkers
So we no longer have to look
Up for guidance we can look
Side by side
What side are you on.
We are no different
[Verse 2: Kojey Radical]
No age
No class
No Color
No Race
Like troops with with lowered arms and
open palms.
Where they see we weeds we see seeds see
We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution
Oh he must be
worthless if his occupation
doesn't match your level of patients
Oh he must be urban if his cadence
drops vowels lower than where
his trousers sit.
Oh he must be
They don't know my history
Oh he must be
They don't know my history
For the knowledge they ripped it out the pages
call us thugs and beasts when we protest on stations
because embedding of thoughts is what has
a nigger run a nigger to the slave ships
Stop snitching.
Patience
All I ask is patience
Fear the brother on my shoulder
Because he could take my life right now
And we act like we don't know no better.
I so solemnly swear
No I don't really give a fuck
No I don't really give a fuck
One hand up,
other hand gripped on my nuts
shake shake
man I spent your advance on my lunch
No I don't really give a fuck
No I don't really give a fuck
One hand up,
other hand gripped on my nuts
shake shake
man I spent your advance on my lunch
You can't say that,
you can't say
no you can't black
you can't say
[Outro]
My brother what you afraid of?
we ain't got to cry no more
My brother what you afraid of?
we ain't got to cry no more
My brother what you afraid of?
we ain't got to hide no more
My brother what you afraid of?
we ain't got to die no more
