From the early decades of their unearned reaping, we support
The likes of those who never loved us, to pave the way for my people

We were cuddled up in our hut, waiting for the sun to come up;
Click, Clack, POW, Pow…No, No, Please…with my people

Rocking back and forth, the stench of one hundred year old egg times ten
Where are you? Where are you? Searching for my people

Land, new place. Five, Ten, Fifteen, One thousand. One Purpose.
From dusk to dawn. Back cracks, whip slapped. Bruised for my people.

Don’t know what lies ahead, Jus’ kno massa gots me a bed
Things we take for granted. Never sleep for my people.

One hundred went by, still in the same predicament
Generation, Generation...hope, courage, love; passed down through my people

Momma worked too hard today, baby brother got a one-way ticket home
Survival of the fittest, in this here town, sacrifice for my people

Uncle went away, I guess for better pay, but little did I know
He didn’t want to go; Satan crept through the night, to separate my people

Something Satan didn’t take, our love for God and faith in faith
One of love, of deliverance and the coming of the promise land, salvation for my people

Turner’s got something planned. Burned up in hell. Didn’t stop hope.
But got all the masters scared, nigger gone rise up for my people

We free. Less than one percent. But a change is gonna come
Bound by codes…no protection, no jury, just live for my people

Gordon got slashed, picture released…escaped to the Union
The permanent scars of violence that lay at the heart of the system, Dear God, my people

Rise up good devil, and defend those who contrast you
For you differ from the others which own us, recognition for my people

War! Not but for us. Lincoln down…
But we free now! Still nothing for our people.

New organization gonna KKKill us all. Fifteen should help
If no code is implemented…still no politics for my people

Slaughterhouse 73 was a step back as well
One forward and one step back...still no progress for my people

Thirty more passed…Jim’s here now
Separate but equal…what a bunch of crock… discrimination against my people

Walk through the forest, over sized piñatas hang…no stick
But fire beat them...no trace, but murder for my people

Booker got a college now, Black man seek refuge in education
Du Bois right along…to prove to that devil...that education is for my people

“I’m hungry ma,” “Let’s get something to eat,”
Go ‘round back and there’s no seats. Racist to my people

Brown came in ’54, just in time for supper.
Susie and I go to school together now, epiphany for my people

From Princes to Bishops, to King oh my!
A believer of God and Gandhi, a leader for my people

North--------South….BOOM!
Freedom down, we want to help, NO! Not for my people.

Sixty Three to Sixty Five, Birmingham’s hosing tonite
Kennedy Catholic, white, with Washington in sight, political support for my people

Sixty Four was the year, we believed was gonna change a life
Freedom Summer Project came together just fine, unity for my people

Not my God, but NOI made a difference
Gave us Pride, and the “X” explained it all, identity for my people

Rights beyond Black and White were sought out too
Mexicans, Puerto Ricans, Japanese, this…more culture for my people

Black men fight for a country not there’s
Poor soldier die with no life, no peace for my people

April 4, 1968 the King was swept off his throne
The country went crazy; the devil struck again, remorse for my people

Oakland birth something indescribable
With four legs, and sharp fangs, that favored the color of raven, power for my people

Crack, Crack that AIDS the system of your mind
Nightmares crept up from behind, disease for my people

What happened to Rodney? That’s the everyday life, white’s want apology, LAPD straighten up
“Either they don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about nothing going on in the hood,” voice for my people

East Coast, West Coast come out and play
America’s most wanted, shot down to the grave, division amongst my people

New Millennium here…what will be the new case...9/11 got us in a chase
This time not us, but us as a whole, with the country…we need my people

He’s Black and I’m proud, Wish Tupac could have seen this
He ran, and it ain't from the police, JUSTICE for my people

Clock strikes the hour, and its two ‘o clock
He’s back again, when they hoped he would lose, SUCCESS for my people

From the early decades of our lands commercials competition, we support
The likes of those who never loved us, to pave the way for my people