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Yes we can !


We had Dr. King, brother Malcolm, and we can't forget about Mr.Evers All black men fighting for one thing That's a change and a chance All three where bleeding because of leading They told us to go back where we came from But where is that because last time I checked It was you that grabbed me from my roots that my black brother Alex wrote so deeply about you stripped me of my name Raped my culture And chained my brother, sisters and I Chains so similar to the animal you unleashed on me during the march to Washington All I want to do is hold Ruby's hand when it's time to line up for lunch And maybe this one time water from the fountain won't be hot and brown Maybe today someone will say Babyyyyyy everything will be okay Outside is different that's true But even Billie Holiday is getting sick of strange fruit As long a my head is held up high, Jim Crow will soon die Maybe even one day ill grow up to see a black president for him, her and me A change will come one day... You'll see
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