Rain

It's falling down. Whispers turned to sounds. Step, boom,

step. It's rain. They fed us silence, hid the story

in the clay. But thunder know the secrets they can't take away. The wind been

talking, humming through my brain. Saying, "Open your eyes,

it's information rain." It's rain, rain. Got it from the higher plane.

Washing off the lies we build a name. Truth falling heavy, knowledge in the

chain. It's rain . Codes in the rhythm, history in the

drum. Every drop a message of where we're from. They hid the