Remember when we were strange fruit hanging from the trees but never ripe enough to be picked?
Remember when we had no voice but a singlye syllable could get us whipped?
Remember when our WHOLE sore body counted as three-fifths of a person?
Or, when it was time to vote we seemed to miss every election
Remember when color determined whether you were iniside or out?
Remember when water fountains would discriminate, and schools did too, and if your red blood had any trace of black DNA you were seen as an ugly coon?
I may have not been ut there, but my bloodline was and I have a burning desire to remind us all
"Agitate, Agitate, AGITATE" were Frederick Douglas final words
Martin Luther King said, " A man who won't die for something, is not fit to live"
Ghandi said, "Be the change you want to see in the world"
But all I see is people complying and standing still
You all want to be "down" but you watch from your rooftops
You all say BLACK POWER but unplug when the new package includes the life of hard knocks
Y'all must have forgotten
Your comfortable with society when it's constantly supporting our demise and extinction
Our men are in cages
Our boys only care about paychecks
Our women are acting like peasants
Our girls are misaken for play things
And we fail to realize our new mastas faces
Whether it be tuition or conditions that make you a victim of controlled circumstances
I don't mean to be a buzz-kill, but I know we all like to keep it real
And I am tired of watching everyone complain, but when a flyer goes around that doesn't promote rump-shaking you turn away
Something doesn't equate
Maybe my finance majors can find a soluion, but I don't have time to crunch numbers
I'm here sifting through life
Trying to find golden nuggets of knowledge
Drain water from the wells of history
And pass around the broken chains of freedom
We like to say we are being held down by oppression
But "power concedes nothing without demand
It never did and it never will"
So if you choose to just sit down and wait for someone to find your actionless fight yout plight will continue to be treacherous
They say don't live in the past but how can you ignore it when it's starring you dead in the face
Pick your place and don't let it be on the side-line
Don't be defined by race but don't misplace its face with blank stares and white walls with no splash of your past
If you're only concerned with this, click-clack-pow, bow down, close your eyes in this dark room and fumble around, trying to hold onto what's hot, you're surely going to burn
Remember when people didn't hide behind a screen and when they had a message they would scream it loud and mean
Well, take my words as a hammer
I'm leaving this screen shattered
You can pick up te pieces, but while you're bending over looking down, someone's going to step on your back, rise up and leave you broken
So if you're ready to stop pretending and move mountains, meet me at the start line
Because this battle is far from finished