Marvin asked what's going on in nineteen seventy, a 3,000 year old question that's been buggin me... What happened, who pulled the veil over our eyes, as we've journied this 3,000 year old demise? Corrupted like a chess game that done lost its' rook, deceived and co-opted by someone else's books. As I stand before you reciting this story, but I'm just a shell of our original glory. For I'm an extension of those once enslaved, no longer running laws, commerce or trade. I don't govern science, economics or nations, and I surely don't control our childrens' education. Yet now before you proudly I stand, perpetrating a fraud about I'm a black man... when every week and each and every day, I go to my enemy to earn my pay. Thinking there's a way for me to compete, when we don't even grow the food that we eat... And so I'll sleep just to rise with the dawn, and Marvin Gayes question of what's going on? And thou Malcolm and Garvey among those in our past, had the answer to the question that Marvin once asked... When will the phoenix rise up from the ashes, and the answers they gave seep down to the masses?