No time to settle
Problems laid out on the table
Political positions fillin’ up with traitors
The hand of power rocks corruption
In its cradle
My people watch your stable
Kids die on the pavement
We got a soulful spirit
Rooted in the land we stole
Planet’s future suffers
And your pockets fill with coal (money)
Blindfold comin’ off
Found gold sold it off
Power to the people
And we bout to blow shit up
Soak in the discourse
Written behind closed doors
Society the sponge
The individual the pores
Now we hold the pickaxe
(target) on your cortex
Modern day crusader
Call mission aborted (fuck it)

Welcome to the clan
Rollin out the plan
So the white man
Understands
((There was love for this land))

They got you livin’
In a chamber
Cut up your brain
With the propaganda razor
Dig up your grave
But your debt stays
One revolution away
They hit your son
With the taser
Tick up in violence
But you stay quiet
Stick up!
This shit the soundtrack
To the riot
Loose ends
Not the way we tie it
Tremor resists
Your presidents lyin’
Democracy’s dead
Pavement is red
Sell, sell your goods
This consumer ain’t buyin’
Bell bell tolls
We deny it
Live free, live free
I’m keen to die tryin’

Welcome to the clan
Rollin out the plan
So the white man
Can understand
Before the colony

They push my people to the boundary
They got my people living on the periphery
From 1492 to 1810 this colonial epiphany
Your cities were built
On unceded territory disregarding traditional knowledge
The same outdated policies still define the norm

Redefine
Remold the form
Death to the status quo
Destabilize
Modern empires must burn
Before the colony
There was love for this land

Welcome to the clan
Rollin out the plan
So the white man
Can understand
Before the colony
((There was love for this land))