My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter
ICE out here rippin' families apart at the border
Satan struck Palestine, we at another mortar
Lies from the reporters
Ass shots and stripper poles for the eyes of my daughter, hmm
Swing low sweet chariot and my train is on schedule
But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it
My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbal was too wide to calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
Rise young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus
The dry bones are lifted up from the valley of dust
The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us
A field full of dreams is where they tried to bury us