Lirik
He saw a rich man driving white mercedes and looked
At his hands as the sickness crooked and bent as he shook
He was a foreigner, fat with dollars straight from the ground
That his forefathers watched before the rumble and sound
Of the bulldozer owners signed for dollars and cents
They couldn’t read what the contract said or know what it meant
That their ancestors burial place no longer lent
On the heavens like always now their culture dissents
But their sons learned to read and to understand English
They said now papa they came and they made us look foolish
Gonna take back the land that they dug up for diamonds
Rock a megaphone all the while inflicting our violence
Our fathers the martyrs gave us strength undivided
This fire was idle now its sided with idols
And the march of the steps grew like phases of thunder
Their ghosts ride the lightning
So feel my now
Oh! Feel me now
These words are my weapons, this passion my fists
We got this excellent, excrement coming straight through our pores
We got this chaos colliding cauterizing cut the cord
We got this vision sit in history like never before
You see these foot soldiers marching for a case or their cause
Now every sadist, take this and mourn for the loss
We got a makeshift AK and a complex of God
For all that stand tall raised fist giving a fuck
We are the stone cold mother fucking furious monk
So feel me now what
So feel me now what
Oh! Feel me now
These words are my weapons, this passion my fists
Written by: Furious Monk
