Lyrics
*(Intro)*
Yo, they dont want you to know,
Truth buried deep, hidden under the snow.
Names in the wind, whispers in the dark,
But we light the flame, ignite the spark.
*(Verse 1)*
They took King on the balcony, a shot to the dream,
Fred in his sleep, a silenced regime.
Malcolm saw the game, spoke truth to the lies,
They feared his wisdom, so they had him die.
From Mecca to Harlem, his vision was clear,
Freedom by any means, no room for fear.
They dont teach the truth, just a watered-down tale,
Erase the resistance, make the people frail.
But King had a plan, Malcolm had the fight,
Hampton brought the fire, uniting the plight.
They feared the power, the voice of the street,
So they turned to violence, their lies discreet.
But the revolution aint a path they can stop,
From the ghettos to the factories, its rising to the top.
*(Chorus)*
Eyes wide open, we see the design,
They kill the leaders but cant silence the mind.
The global machine keeps the workers apart,
But we tear down the system, ignite the heart.
From the shadows, we rise, fists to the sky,
For King, Malcolm, and Fred, their dreams never die.
*(Verse 2)*
Capitals a monster with an endless thirst,
Feeding on the labor, leaving us cursed.
The few get rich while the many break backs,
A rigged game where were lost in the cracks.
Malcolm preached freedom, a nation reborn,
Against the oppressors, he sounded the horn.
No sellout solutions, his voice was bold,
They feared his truth, a threat to their gold.
Hampton said it best: Its not black versus white,
Its the class war, yall, we gotta unite.
But they hate that, fear it, so they pull the strings,
Turn brother against brother while the fat cats sing.
Divide and conquer, the oldest trick in the book,
But were tearing down the walls they never thought wed look.
From the boardrooms to the banks, their hands drip red,
Built this empire on the backs of the dead.
*(Chorus)*
Eyes wide open, we see the design,
They kill the leaders but cant silence the mind.
The global machine keeps the workers apart,
But we tear down the system, ignite the heart.
From the shadows, we rise, fists to the sky,
For King, Malcolm, and Fred, their dreams never die.
*(Bridge)*
They profit off pain, keep us in chains,
Make the rules while we play their game.
But what happens when the workers realize,
The power aint theirs, its the ones they despise?
Malcolm taught lessons they tried to erase,
But his words still echo in this crooked space.
Take back the factories, the land, the gear,
From the fields to the cities, the message is clear.
We own our labor, we own our sweat,
And we aint stopping till the sun is set.
*(Outro)*
For every King they silence, another voice roars,
For every Malcolm they murder, a thousand restore.
For every Fred they fear, the flames grow higher,
