The hands of your men are blood red Hurting her people for Earth's land Basis of all independence  Now let's all get free You walk among them You call them friend You gain position They lend a hand  The soil it glistens Attracts your men Gives you ignition  To form your plan Make art of war like Sun Tzu Before they find you They'll never find you Kill prophets for a profit What's to gain? Just when they start to trust you They say they like you  They really like you Make big the small print  Now you've won again The hands of your men are blood red Hurting her people for Earth's land Basis of all independence  Now let's all get free The hands of your men are blood red Hurting her people for Earth's land Basis of all independence  Now let's all get free Everything your people touch  Reeks of death Waters run red with blood  Exodus Fertile ground turns to clay None for us Brown skin turns to gray Bleach of hate We build then you come and destroy Think you're God When we are the Gods and the Earth Original People you try to deplete  Genocide Unless we conform and concede  To the White Make art of war like Sun Tzu Before they find you They'll never find you Kill prophets for a profit What's to gain? Just when they start to trust you They say they like you  They really like you Make big the small print  Now you've won again The hands of your men are blood red Hurting her people for Earth's land Basis of all independence  Now let's all get free The hands of your men are blood red Hurting her people for Earth's land Basis of all independence  Now let's all get free Everything your people touch  Reeks of death Waters run red with blood  Exodus Fertile ground turns to clay None for us Brown skin turns to gray Bleach of hate We build then you come and destroy Think you're God When we are the Gods and the Earth Original People you try to deplete  Genocide Unless we conform and concede  To the White We fight on every continent Battling self-hate fear love and monuments   Self imposed oppressors and their slave drivers Melanin strategic to preserve their empires So is it skin land wealth politics or is it power Is it self preservation until the final hour When Babylon comes tumbling down You claim immunity  Like ottomans Romans and Hans were  Weaker dynasties  Like what goes up is gonna stay   Ignore the gravity Blame it on Assata Shakur  Destroy Cuba How dare they claim the land from the super Where's Batista Revolution  When he put mob money over his constitution Then it was slum village like Dilla  Until the movement And it was all good until Cuba messed with your money Communism is evil Capitalism Holy Bible Democracy's the wheels carrying your  Harley motorcycle You keep it gassed up with oil from your rivals Invading the Middle East under the guise of humanity's survival So again, I ask you, Is it skin, land, wealth, politics or power  From Cape to Cairo  You've sought to devour  Zimbabwe wised up after you caught and hung Mbuya Nehanda 84 years until freedom and honor  And now you mad huh Hurts your feelings when somebody tells you no Use to getting whatever you want Open door Why can't you just be content with  What you got at home UE & America  Why can't you just leave everyone else alone