Check me like banks and you might come up with some change;
Question me like the law and you might end up with a broken jaw;
Deny me the righteous path,
Catch the torch of my wrath;
Patience is what I give,
Anger is what I take,
But cross me wrong
Catch bullets with your face;
But if its p.e.a.c.e and joy that you require,
Then my streetcar is what you desire;
It rides like wild mares,
Bareback without despair;
Come into my aura and witness the presence of divine essence
blessed with a spirit to aspire to inspire before I expire;
However the revolution will not be televised, so…
When my president is black,
Respect the game or watch the reign of
My forefather's wrath!