Picture my DeLorean Grey ridin' away
I just wanted to say, I'll back in a day
Peace out, I'm going back in the day
Back to change all the matters of late
I know the battle's begun
But I'm not tryin' to mack on my moms, McFly
I'm ridin' on Plutonium, overdrive
Southside, Chicago '69
Find the cat who snitched Fred to the FBI
Pop a couple in his head, flee back in the ride
Give guns to the KKK, ain't talkin' about them rednecks neither
my blood and my people, 1896 beat that bitter defeat
I make copies of the tapes that I lost in the town
Take a picture of Jesus, show that he's brown
Watch an MJ concert when Thriller was new
Hit Manila for the standard fools done came through(?)
Say hi to my little dude, whisper in his ear
One day he's gon' make this music his career
So he better start now
'Cause here in twenty years these kids will wanna hear something new every year
Whatever year I appear I'mma steer this car to the edge and veer to the left
But you can't change shit, reverse the flood
Take back the things that were written in blood
I'm coming back to the now
'Cause there's no turning back around
So we go into the future instead to find out how to clean up the mess
Before it gets too out of our hands to see it ever get clean again
Better yet bring pen
And keep on writing so we never see the end
The path that we writing make the past look calm
Present look like (?)
But dog I swear to God if you seen what I saw
You might not believe in God after all
But beyond that, was a place where the walls come down
And the kids see the world in they palm
Rich people gone, poor people gone
Everybody climbing on a hoverboard home
Ain't nobody starving in a former war zone
And every false image of God erased
Everybody leaving nothing to waste
Third world people be claiming they first place
And the president actually do what the president say
A new precedent the present can taste
First we gotta figure out a way to bring about the change
Between then and now is a bitter sweet war
That began right now as I speak on the song
Gotta link arms with arms to be strong
And aim it up at everything we wanna see gone
Bail out the folks that be needin' the most
Not them blood suckers feedin' while we bleeding along
Ya gotta be original to put out your song
No program radio time at Viacom
And in spite of all, that you might have been appalled at
Holla to the bourgeoiua (shorting of bourgeoisie?) tell y'all to fall back
Whatever year I appear I'mma steer this car to the edge and veer to the left
But you can't get ahead of yourself and not work
Ya gotta put your time in first
I'm coming back to the now
'Cause we gotta get passed somehow
But you can't change shit, reverse the flood
Take back the things that were written in blood
I'm coming back to the now
'Cause there's no turning back around
Back around
I just wanted to say, I'll back in a day
Peace out, I'm going back in the day
Back to change all the matters of late
I know the battle's begun
But I'm not tryin' to mack on my moms, McFly
I'm ridin' on Plutonium, overdrive
Southside, Chicago '69
Find the cat who snitched Fred to the FBI
Pop a couple in his head, flee back in the ride
Give guns to the KKK, ain't talkin' about them rednecks neither
my blood and my people, 1896 beat that bitter defeat
I make copies of the tapes that I lost in the town
Take a picture of Jesus, show that he's brown
Watch an MJ concert when Thriller was new
Hit Manila for the standard fools done came through(?)
Say hi to my little dude, whisper in his ear
One day he's gon' make this music his career
So he better start now
'Cause here in twenty years these kids will wanna hear something new every year
Whatever year I appear I'mma steer this car to the edge and veer to the left
But you can't change shit, reverse the flood
Take back the things that were written in blood
I'm coming back to the now
'Cause there's no turning back around
So we go into the future instead to find out how to clean up the mess
Before it gets too out of our hands to see it ever get clean again
Better yet bring pen
And keep on writing so we never see the end
The path that we writing make the past look calm
Present look like (?)
But dog I swear to God if you seen what I saw
You might not believe in God after all
But beyond that, was a place where the walls come down
And the kids see the world in they palm
Rich people gone, poor people gone
Everybody climbing on a hoverboard home
Ain't nobody starving in a former war zone
And every false image of God erased
Everybody leaving nothing to waste
Third world people be claiming they first place
And the president actually do what the president say
A new precedent the present can taste
First we gotta figure out a way to bring about the change
Between then and now is a bitter sweet war
That began right now as I speak on the song
Gotta link arms with arms to be strong
And aim it up at everything we wanna see gone
Bail out the folks that be needin' the most
Not them blood suckers feedin' while we bleeding along
Ya gotta be original to put out your song
No program radio time at Viacom
And in spite of all, that you might have been appalled at
Holla to the bourgeoiua (shorting of bourgeoisie?) tell y'all to fall back
Whatever year I appear I'mma steer this car to the edge and veer to the left
But you can't get ahead of yourself and not work
Ya gotta put your time in first
I'm coming back to the now
'Cause we gotta get passed somehow
But you can't change shit, reverse the flood
Take back the things that were written in blood
I'm coming back to the now
'Cause there's no turning back around
Back around