Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous
players who stare, when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my window when I was younger
talib kweli & bahamadia----chaos
