Disaster, distruction, the stench of death is in the air.
Bullets, murder, gangs, blood is everywhere.
Innocent lives- tears from siblings, fathers, and wives.
All that is left are memories, never fading, always in their minds.
You don't feel what we feel, the pain, the hurt in our eyes.
You wonder, how we continue to walk with pride.
Our look, our style, how do we walk with grace?
With all that we have been through, why is there a smile on our face?
Since the beginning of time, we were raised to be warriors.
Fighting your wars, ending your battles, the true meaning of soldiers.
Now you need us,
You want us,
You can't catch us--your minds are burning.
We moved on, just like butter, we kept on churning.
Black and on the rise, just as Our World Keeps on Turning..