All over the world hearts pound with the rhythm
Fear not of men because men must die
Mind over matter and soul before flesh
Angels hold a pen keep a record in time
Which is passing and running like a caravan trader
The world is overrun with the wealthy and the wicked
But God is sufficient in disposing of affairs
Gunmen and stockholders try to merit my fear
But God is sufficient over plans they prepared
[Your God] in the flesh, where you at, right here
On this place called Earth, holding down [your] square
‘Bout to do it for y’all in y’all atmosphere
So just bounce, come on bounce

— Yasiin Bey

Amen