I don't know the deal with today's negroes
Caught up in fast money, sex and clothes
Out on the street corners selling drugs
Me, trying to flashback and remember the way it was
Being outside playing double-dutch
Fire hydrants blasting in the summer and such
Playing spin the bottle at parties without chaperones
Giggling and gossiping with girlfriends on the phone
Saturdays in the shop getting hair pressed
And dressing up for church in our Sunday best
When spanking weren't considered child abuse
When preachers got up and actually told the truth
When it wasn't about you and not about me
People came together for the good of the community
Parents nowadays are getting younger and younger
Kids on medication so they can stay in their seats longer
Babies' mamas babies' daddies
Messed up families ain't nobody happy
Don't even talk about the mess in the church
Getting investigated by senators for all that's worth
I mean a body gets tired of being alone
Shouldn't have to be scared to leave my own home
No hand raised in the black power fist
The community has taken a whole different twist
Neighbors don't know each others' names
Drive by shootings are just a game
Black males going to jail not a big deal
Nobody comes together for that Sunday meal
Politicians fighting and telling lies
While our race and culture dies
No more welfare, a republican reaction
While fights continue to rage over Affirmative Action
I'm still waiting on my forty acres and mule
Everybody else getting reparations I figure mine is due
People go way out to shop, buy a new coat
Can't even beg a nigger to get out and vote
Then be the first ones to complain
When they have no right to mention the same
Black colleges and businesses closing down
Lack of support from the people for which they were found
Black folks splittin' further and further apart
Get a little bit of cash flow; think we smart
Like racism is over when ain't a damn thing changed
Just more subtle now and it's a damn shame
A shame that we're blinded that we cannot see
The hurt of our own people in poverty
A shame we coplain about our kids education
But will cuss out the teacher without hearing the entire situation
A shame when we make our voices heard after the fact
Then get mad about the decision when we're the ones lax
A shame how we manage to cut each other down
Took some hanging nooses and six jailed boys for us to rediscover common ground
A shame that it has come to be that way
Never seen nothing like it in all my days.
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