The year
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
The man
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied
The mission
To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world
That just keeps folding
The group
I don't know,
Who is the group

[Lauryn Hill]
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong, wrong
Spook sambo nigga jane
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you're gonna hang,
Now that's a black thing
Boy, you scared of me
Boo! see
Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one
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