Sisters and brothers can you spare some time?
To listen about Our-history maybe in a rhyme
Remember growing up on some nights with little on your plate
Fatherís working hard hoping to change your fate
Maybe you remember the disciplining when you did something wrong
Wanting you to be a king and not a pawn in this game of life, was he wrong?
Learned respect for your elders while always on display
All to help you realize how the game is being played
People wake up, we have no one else to blame
Oh, how we have forgotten the rules of the game
Kids disrespecting everyone including our Mothers
Wake up my sisters and brothers
Taught you that bad things happen on the streets after dark
So why do we let our younger generation, miss this mark?
Selling poison to our people without a care in the world
Witnessing all this sickness makes me want to earl
I wonder what we will call ourselves tomorrow
Negro, Black, Afro-American; our lives filled with sorrow
Do you know of any other race that changes so frequent?
Confusing isnít it? Time well spent?
Has times really changed?
We donít call them massa
They still call you boy
We donít pick cotton for them anymore
We just buy it from their stores
I guess times have changed!