Through the whispers of the wind, can't break free on mind, we walking round strapped, every step i take, leaves a track, no rewind button, no alternate way, no once upon-a time, they hit us, we hit back, we avoid wrong place but we love danger, that's just another part of being black, it's ain't no thing but if you slinging you better watch your back 'cause these motherfuckers love to see us gone and bad, you gotta stay strong 'cause it's on line and we'll bé slinging these thangs till break of dawn gotta make my ends, through the bullet of time we find the way facing the dawn of a brand New day, though we can't turn back, we'll chart a new track take it home in the melo of life, can't undo what is done, we try to fill what we lack, forgetting what we got, fading in the black, no looking back. caught in the current a river we can't turn back, chains pulls us so tight, i see the endless fight for my peeps, raptor, warrior got millions views, in the rearview mirror i see the ennemies bleed, keep goin circles in a endless trip, smoking weed, these man like trippin they can't turn back, fly like a bird through the sky like Ali, bitch we touched your point G, you wet, the key to set you free, don't dirty the most pricy Bayeux tapestry, so we'll journey ahead, keep a head up with the lessons in blow, a soldier of row, in the ebb and flow where the echoes softly sing....