The Minister: Light over Darkness? Its time...

As we dwell through this concrete hell calling it home,
Mama say "Take your time young man and build your own,
Don't end up like your old Dad-- still searching for them glory days he never had.
So many bad,
Wanna scheme for American Dream, NO MORE KINGS...
The cash rule everything now, we going down.
These babies looking up to us, its up to us
To million man march... Emcees, get on the bus.
But ENVY, GREED, LUST, and HATE sep-a-rate,
Build the devil mindstate, blood, kin cannot relate
No longer...
Brothers, we unstable,
like Cain when he slew Abel, killin each other...

-Method Man