Time, time, time's running late. We gotta run fast, cause time's running late.I'm joining forces with the rebels and we taking out the devil.Then raising black people from the dead to a higher level.Our mental mind state must retaliate, cause it's the black man that the feds wanna terminate.They make it easy for us to get these felonies. I'm not going.Knowledge and wisdom's what I'm showing. When I was a teen, I found out I was the cream.Who built the planet and black people built this country.America, where they still treat us like a slave.The plantation is the ghetto. They monitor how we behave.They treat us like a science project. We the people pushing the drugs and narcotics.Somebody plot it, but see my third eye's watching.I'm pro-conscience and ponder what the system doing to us.Leadership is weak for the brothers and the sisters.We're mentally dead and worship mystery gods I read.How the 10% has got the people misled. So much literature revealing the truth.It's much more to black history than what they taught in high school.The month of February brings me laughter. It's more to our story, but they took it out the chapter.So it's the knowledge you should seek after. From the runaway slaves.The ones who were thought to capture. I want my freedom from the slaves, master.I'm the runaway slaves. I'm the one who were fought and captured.I'm the runaway slaves. I'm the one who were fought and captured.I'm the runaway slaves. I'm the one who were fought and captured.I'm the runaway slaves. I'm the one who were fought and captured.I'm the runaway slaves.But when everybody started running, brothers don't run.