*Dedicated to the honey, milk chocolate, caramel, paper bag colored race* Wouldn't it be nice if unemployment lines weren't so long, and wouldn't it be nice if hypochondriac's would begin to sing a new song? Wouldn't it be nice if wefare systems were not being abused, and if our young sistas were not looking for lust and simply being used? And if our young brothas thought with their minds rather than with their d***s and took care of all these babies produced by one night flicks? Wouldn't it be nice if correctional facilities were not filled to the top and if half the drugs wern't put out by crooked cops, cops that push these evils and whispered pipe dreams to the future inmate number 12-984-13. Talkin to his baby mamas through a plexi-glass frame, can't even tell you his baby girl's name. All his mother can do is sigh because she doesn't have any tears left to cry. His whole family has been put to shame, his whole life shot to hell because he wanted a "piece of the game." Wouldn't it be nice if us black folks stepped up and a new day we began, rather than always talkin about being held back by the "man", dwelling on the past Ku Klux Klan, wishin for a change, but too scared to take a stand. Yeah, it would be nice if we started taking responsibility for our own actions and decided to point ourselves in a new direction. A direction destined for the top, slowing down if we must, but never daring to stop. Leaving behind a life of violence and drugs. Ladies daring to dream beyond high priced clothes and a "paid" thug. Wanting more than than an asymmetrical hair design, seeing the truth rather than being internally blind. Teaching our kids about the importance of education and how imperative it is for the sustainment of a nation, rather than teaching them how to rap to a T.I song and how to dance like the video girls on BET, MT-V and VH1. Wouldn't it be nice if we stood...ONE race united, together this generational curse we will fight it, we will break it. For I claim it in advance, we will win. We are the chosen race of women and men. My black people, wouldn't it be nice to finally get ova, stand singing and prainsing an even stronger Jehovah. Forcing people to rewrite statistics, scratching us off the top of the list. We exert BLACK PRIDE with our fist- held high. Shouting with voices of bliss that we continued to strive and through a laborious journey filled with tears and pain we HAVE arrived. My black people....wouldn't it be nice?