Sign Of The Times Lyrics - The Martyr - Immortal Technique

Intro: Native American chants] 

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique] 

Imagine the Word of God without religious groupies 

Imagine a savior born in a Mexican hooptie 

Persecuted single mother in a modern manger 

You'd crucify him again like a fucking stranger 

Tears of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubies 

Imagine being locked up since juvie 

Imagine changing your life and still going out like Tookie 

Imagine niggas talking shit when they never knew me 

Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your life 

Like them kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite 

For most of the world that's what it's like 

Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your life 

Is set to marry someone else at the end of the night 

They say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind 

And fight the hardest when you start from behind 

So I dreamed the impossible all the time 

Fuck a Masonic designAmericas future is mine 

Repeat that to yourself cause if culture's a crime 

Them numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far behind 

They can only conquer you after they've murdered your mind 

So rise up motherfucker like the sign of the times 

I feel my body weakening but my spirit is fine 

Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a dime 

And fight with my rebel army until the stars are aligned 

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique] 

Nostradamus was a white man's prophet 

Who predicated European supremacist logic 

Because the pilgrims and Conquistador columns 

Killed more innocent people than Hitler and Stalin 

I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two 

Brother, give this to the OG's doing life with you 

And pray for the problems with the Pope psychology 

So the Vatican will offer an apology 

For destroying the people's liberation theology 

Snatching the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty 

Business decisions like keeping people in prisons 

But had the opposite effect: incarcerating religion 

That type of crooked politics imposed on a populous 

Is obvious if you read the Northwoods documents 

Forget the compliments for what I recorded 

And live for revolution instead of always dying for it 

Remember a bullet can never stop me 

My legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch me 

Even if I'm shot in the chakra I will prosper 

Doppler effect bumping music out a helicopter 

Telling the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster" 

And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura Mazda 

Fish out the Philistine Dagon from the shores of Gaza 

And call Quetzalcoatl flying over La Raza 

This is my message to the older gods 

I'll sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs 

Lost in the desert like the Hebrews of Israel 

The blood clot system tried to kill me like sickle-cell 

But I survived and I'm alive to fight another day 

Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother pray 

Sister crying out to god, "Please let my brother stay!" 

Walking towards the light but something's pulling me the other way 

[Outro: Cornel West] 

Immortal Technique 

Rise up young brother 

It is not your time to die...