Civil Rights can somebody explain that to me
Can you honestly say were free
Do any one know the meaning
Since we seems to tear ones' down which is demeaning
How can you love your own when they hurt you
Spit in your face, beat you down calling you a fool
How can I call you my brotha
And then get mad when a sista turn to the otha
Hmmm please tell me what im missing
Seems when a sista cross the line all get to pissing
On a sista because she felt abused
Been torn by our owned and left confused
Civil Rights was fought before we was born
Seems like the movement was torn
Martin Luther King said he had a dream
When white kids and black kids will sing
Did any of ya'll criticize that and say he's crazy
At least him and others stood up didnt remained lazy
Lets say no Martin, no Malcom, no Parks
All of us right now will still be in the dark
Yes we would still be colored
White babies sucking on your mama as if they was udders
Yeah its funny but what if nobody gave a d@mn
Would you get mad if for one more night you ate spam
Because people accepted being the lower class
Our parents out here scuffling busting their @ss
You eat or sit down when they are through
Can you believe it dont want to hear the truth
Some of us just seem to go on and not respect
Some of us dont want to take the time to reflect
The Civil Rights' fighter wanted us to have a chance of equality
Martin, Parks, Malcom all showed some fine qualities
Why didnt ya'll protest and say sit down Boy know your place
I guess he got tired of the Man spitting in his face
And all wanted to get a taste
Of what it is to sit at the counter, be able to vote, be able to walk in as a man
And this is why Martin said white and black will walk hand in hand
Because he knew that in time all races will come together
And it sickens me I cant count on my brotha to shelter me from the weather
If he was here I wonder what he would say
That racism, injustice, degradation, discrimination, is amongst us till this day
It aint the otha race who throw it in a young sista/ brotha face
It sad to say its our own race
So I ask again can anybody enlighten me and tell me what are my
Civil Rights..................
Can you honestly say were free
Do any one know the meaning
Since we seems to tear ones' down which is demeaning
How can you love your own when they hurt you
Spit in your face, beat you down calling you a fool
How can I call you my brotha
And then get mad when a sista turn to the otha
Hmmm please tell me what im missing
Seems when a sista cross the line all get to pissing
On a sista because she felt abused
Been torn by our owned and left confused
Civil Rights was fought before we was born
Seems like the movement was torn
Martin Luther King said he had a dream
When white kids and black kids will sing
Did any of ya'll criticize that and say he's crazy
At least him and others stood up didnt remained lazy
Lets say no Martin, no Malcom, no Parks
All of us right now will still be in the dark
Yes we would still be colored
White babies sucking on your mama as if they was udders
Yeah its funny but what if nobody gave a d@mn
Would you get mad if for one more night you ate spam
Because people accepted being the lower class
Our parents out here scuffling busting their @ss
You eat or sit down when they are through
Can you believe it dont want to hear the truth
Some of us just seem to go on and not respect
Some of us dont want to take the time to reflect
The Civil Rights' fighter wanted us to have a chance of equality
Martin, Parks, Malcom all showed some fine qualities
Why didnt ya'll protest and say sit down Boy know your place
I guess he got tired of the Man spitting in his face
And all wanted to get a taste
Of what it is to sit at the counter, be able to vote, be able to walk in as a man
And this is why Martin said white and black will walk hand in hand
Because he knew that in time all races will come together
And it sickens me I cant count on my brotha to shelter me from the weather
If he was here I wonder what he would say
That racism, injustice, degradation, discrimination, is amongst us till this day
It aint the otha race who throw it in a young sista/ brotha face
It sad to say its our own race
So I ask again can anybody enlighten me and tell me what are my
Civil Rights..................