While Riding in a Car with Taj's Grandfather

They say there's madness in class  
So they graced it with race
A feeling so strong
It brainwashed the mass
But they can't fool us
We already knew
The truth is upon us
I'm ready, are you?
 
A movement is coming
but not one of violence
Let them kill us
Death is non-violent
A peaceful splendor
In the park by the flowers
Starry-eyed children
Now's the rising hour
 
So let them fight us  
this war is not ours
something created
to protect their "cause"