I raise my fist to where God sits on highwishing he would step down lowlower then your shallow thoughts of what beauty should bewith a smile as luminous as Mr. Clean as he Miyagi's our perceptionswaxing on thicker layers of love, waxing off the stitch of historical hatecalming our minds, as he trains inner warriors of peacestreet fighters for the trutha justice league defending the world from an invasionof wicked villains disguised as nurturers, protectors, educators, and leadersMy how big your hands aremy how huge your teeth area wolf laying on a bed of bonesunder a blanket of tricks and scamswatching your mouth salivatethinking how tasty my dreams of unity and peace would besprinkled with your poisonous seasoning of corruptionbut under this red riding hood is a young man covered by the bloodof every soul you trampled to build an empirethat is sure to crumble at the very tip of my blistered feetso like jack and jilli trot up that hill of failed attempts and false successand Rome came tumbling afterunited in a ring around these rosesgrowing through the concrete pockets full of hopelessAkuna Matata Ohana......Akuna Matata Ohanait means no worries for the rest of our daysFam we leave'n nobody can stayso leave your bagsgrab your soulwe're running down the underground railroad