Progress is a funny word

It makes us think there’s really change

But when I look around the world

I start to notice something strange

The men are, well, derogatory

At least the ones in power

Colors, well, let me tell you a story

They make some of us cower

I’m sick of turning old to new

of bringing back what should be dead

What should have been right on cue

We’re fighting for all over again

America, let’s figure it out

We can come together as one