Above ground, is the story of a world gone ballistic
Capturin the broken memories, history's prolific
Picture this, me runnin' from the gunmen
Layered in blue uniforms, nothin' is in the norm
Catch the spectacle sittin' right in front of your eyes
Watch it all go awry, it's a curse in a disguise
People may believe that I deserve to be deceived
Killin' in the name of those who choose to be sane
Refuse to be the prey of the vulture, "anti-culture"
Stand calm as a bomb, ready to explode and puncture
The evil, wicked, they jail and bury those committed
I rather be shoved into poverty than in a prison
No longer will I be victim to the backlash
Verbal anarchy is unleashed as my tonguelash
Like Rakim, I spit on the mic and I'm a fiend
Rebellion: Black's rage against the machine
Evil empires crusade, ride the bulls on parade
Preparin to gore for more bloodshed spread
Quiet riots rage, never let your demons be boisterous
'Cause like track nine, I am now the voice of the voiceless
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