Sign of the Times Immortal Technique (Ft. Cetan Wanbli, Dr. Cornel West & Lockjaw Nakai)

[Intro: traditional Lakota Sioux song]

[Verse 1]
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 fuckin' stranger
Tears of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine bein' locked up since juvie
Imagine changin' your life and still goin' out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talkin' shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your life
Like them kids in Afghanistan chasin' 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 dream the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic design — America's 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 weakenin', 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