Call me Tenacious D
I'm tenaciously training trainees tea
Teabagging, but not the gross kind-- think coffee brewing Buddhas reading books on their off time
I'm training athletes to these fast beats on hard streets that they can't see
As soldiers await messages for the New World Order I'm watching the little girl in me grow older and harsher
Wondering why in the world can't the world let me be, trying to understand the ways of my father
I'm in line during war times watching war cries and war crimes these warm times won't last long
So lemme hear you mend the world as you spit to a last song
You'll be spitting rhymes letting men cry in unison
The black folk are the black smoke, in their last breath letting us know
"They was always usin' us" shaking the dust off of African American Vernacular
bringing back the gods and goddesses from the birthplace of civilization, our Africa
And so it goes, men and women new and old
Searching for gold, forgetting the Gold Standard
Bargaining crumbling mines, stumbling minds and eroded manners
one nation under God, invisible
Justice is just us, after all
