This is a song about "Being weak"

Leave's me weak and im blind

The revolution has arrived

Gettin weak all in my knees

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

I don't know defeat

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

You should be running

Weak stomach, i need something

Them people weak them people weak

The revolution will proceed

But i'm not in the first place

Because they weak, like seven days.

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I'm about to speak and leave emcees weak,