[Chorus 1: Prometheus Brown]
This be that molotov tiki torch cocktail rap
Left home so the song is a letter sent back
Pro Brown my description
By birth, my name
It be defined by virtue of the struggle I claim

[Verse 1: Prometheus Brown]
Or better yet, claims me
And I can't complain
I love my town but I still can't stand the rain
I visit Bam for the insight
Right my aim
Two fathers in a fight for change
With strong women who ignite the flame
We all came from a real small place
Different lives but our goals the same
It's for Ajani and Kahlil, for real
Agitation Propaganda but I'm tryna pay the bills
Did our very first show together
The very same night Pac stopped [?]
West coast forever
So here's to the hope the divisions in our ranks
Take a big step back to a militant advance

[Chorus 1: Prometheus Brown]
This be that molotov tiki torch cocktail rap
Left home so the song is a letter sent back
Pro Brown my description
By birth, my name
It be defined by virtue of the struggle I claim
{Chorus 2: Bambu]
This be that molotov tiki torch cocktail rap
Left home so the song is a letter sent back
I appreciate your time
Bambu's what I sign
Sincerely, the blood the keep me towin' that line

[Verse 2: Bambu]
Over time, little lines, and my youth define
The content and emotion put behind each rhyme
And now I'm splitting that time between a brother of mine
Who first slapped hands with me up at U Dub
I tried my best, not to listen
Childish competition
But floored with every Blue Scholar rap word written
Regardless of our division, the vision has changed
My brotha who let me know our struggle the same
Whether trippin' over issues in the household livin'
To how to better structure the raising of our children
For Ajani and Kahlil
Some are in my will
[?] reason a problem come around you can't deal
Seek advice from your uncle
Any kind of trouble
That's the bond that goes beyond the song
It's the tunnel connecting the Northwest to a SoCal block
To thousands of little islands where the sun stay hot
{Chorus 2: Bambu]
This be that molotov tiki torch cocktail rap
Left home so the song is a letter sent back
I appreciate your time
Bambu's what I sign
Sincerely, the blood the keep me towin' that line