(Verse1)
We been saying this for years, I’m not the first to state it,
In fact it’s more like decades, we try to elevate it,
Centuries come to pass and new blood evade it,
And some just put the blindfold on, and play the faintest,
We started with a recipe, and thought it best to take it,
To the nearest neighbour, till that neighbour tried to taint it,
Now, trust is a recipe, faker than the ones who made it,
We are the masters of disasters, perfect ain’t it?
You make a group visible, only to segregate it,
You make a group criminal, and give us evil labels,
So the rest just walk around scared with hands to navels,
God forbid they run into us, the labelled fatals,
Is this some kind of joke, or have we lost all the patience?
To discover facts beyond twitters, snaps, and facebooks,
Sweet to slumber, but while you slept, the world decayed and
It’s unrecognizable, you hooked and took the bait and,
Never questioned fact or fiction, so it masqueraded
Your hands ain’t tied, take of the mask, tune in to raise it
Your hands ain’t tied, take of the mask, tune in to raise it
Your hands ain’t tied, take of the mask, tune in to raise it

(Chorus)
It’s time, look up
This time, look up
It’s time, look up
This time, look, look…

(Verse 2)
Would I speak this freely, if I wasn’t free to speak?
The answer always yes, coz I would die for my peace,
I’m no stranger to having my world collapse at feet,
Crawled out more than once, so resilience I will keep,
If my fight too loud you ain’t the one I’m trying reach,
If my fight too proud, then come join me at the preach,
If they cut the mic, the voice will cut through all the bleach,
They trying to wash us out with our colours under siege,
This perfect place of ignorance tells you I’m a beast,
I truly do not care, what you truly think of me,
I care about the echoes of a mother’s cry in streets,
I care about the homes flatted out by bombs and fleets,
I care about the battles lost with no gains but the greed,
I care about the hungry, while we grossly over eat,
I care about the things, I should be grateful for in me,
They said you live here now, don’t you think about your creed,
You think saved us, but you made us servants at our peak,
We built this from the ground, but your name is on the lease

(Chorus)
It’s time, look up
This time, look up
It’s time, look up
This time, look, look…

We as in the people who’s land been snatched by thieves
We as in the people uprooted from the east
We as in the people from civil war streets
We as in the shades of earth, you chose just not to teach

It’s time
Look up
It’s time look up yeah
It’s time, look up
It’s time, look up
Look up yeah
Look up yeah,
Look…