Sign Of The Times
[Intro: traditional Lakota Sioux song]
[Verse 1]Imagine the Word of God without religious groupiesImagine a savior born in a Mexican hooptiePersecuted single mother in a modern mangerYou'd crucify him again like a fucking strangerTears of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubiesImagine being locked up since juvieImagine changing your life and still going out like TookieImagine niggas talking shit when they never knew meImagine a movie that depicted the pain in your lifeLike them kids in Afghanistan chasing a kiteFor most of the world that's what it's likeImagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your lifeIs set to marry someone else at the end of the nightThey say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your mindAnd fight the hardest when you start from behindSo I dreamed the impossible all the timeFuck a Masonic design—Americas future is mineRepeat that to yourself cause if culture's a crimeThem numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far behindThey can only conquer you after they've murdered your mindSo rise up motherfucker like the sign of the timesI feel my body weakening but my spirit is fineReady to go to war with devils at the drop of a dimeAnd fight with my rebel army until the stars are aligned
[Break: Lakota]
[Verse 2]Nostradamus was a white man's prophetWho predicated European supremacist logicBecause the pilgrims and Conquistador columnsKilled more innocent people than Hitler and StalinI guess the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or twoBrother, give this to the OG's doing life with youAnd pray for the problems with the Pope psychologySo the Vatican will offer an apology (for what?)For destroying the people's liberation theologySnatching the spirit of Jesus from people in povertyBusiness decisions like keeping people in prisonsBut had the opposite effect: incarcerating religionThat type of crooked politics imposed on a populousIs obvious if you read the Northwoods documentsForget the compliments for what I recordedAnd live for revolution instead of always dying for itRemember a bullet can never stop meMy legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch meEven if I'm shot in the chakra I will prosperDoppler effect bumping music out a helicopterTelling the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura MazdaFish out the Philistine Dagon from the shores of GazaAnd call Quetzalcoatl flying over La RazaThis is my message to the older godsI'll sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the RomanovsLost in the desert like the Hebrews of IsraelThe blood clot system tried to kill me like sickle-cellBut I survived and I'm alive to fight another dayCocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother praySister crying out to God, "Please let my brother stay!"Walking towards the light but something's pulling me the other way
[Outro: Cornel West]Immortal TechniqueRise up young brotherIt is not your time to die...