Текст песни Atrist: Akrobatik - Balance *
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* first single; send corrections to the typistYeah, it`s gettin` wild out hereIt makes me wonder how a black man could ever raise a child out hereYou know the old krumbsnatcha`s in this land of decaySo why we killin` for the crumbs when there`s so much to stay?We`re no longer suposed to be slavesI bet Harriet Tubman will be turnin` in her graveLike remind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hateMy elders all feel the same there`s no braveryWe`re suposed to fight for freedom not just the end of slaveryAre we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewelsSo our youth don`t get played out for fools?Will they get program how to behave?Malcolm X must be turnin` in his graveLike remind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hateThe time we were great before the self hate (x3)The time we were greatWait, we still great, butI met up with this dread, said "Peace, Respect"To set respect and not seen that around here yetBlack man kill himself for limited amount of wealthAnd them disrespecting women saw him disrespect himselfI agree for what the dread haven`t get off of his chestBob Marley will be disturbed from his restLike remind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hateCan`t work a dead end 9 to 5 for whatTo be another victim of social security cuts?I gotta cut myself from the chains and run freeEmpower myself to be my own authorityPeople die so I don`t have to be a runaway slaveNat Turner must be turnin` in his graveLike remind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hateThe time we were great before the self hate (x3)The time we were greatWait, we still great, butWe thought to worship these rappers and athletes and actorsMany who think they better in the walk right passed yaIt`s what you do off camera and off the courtThat really makes you worthy of the people supportBut some brothers get those millions and forget how to behaveArther Ashe must be turnin` in his graveLike remind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hateWe crabs in a barrel, you ain`t gettin out until I do firstAnd that`s why the guns burstWhatever happened to strenght in numbers?Some of the greatest minds on the planet are among usBut so many start on strugglin` and never get savedMan, Martin must be turnin` in his graveLike remind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hateThe time we were great before the self hate (x3)The time we were greatRemind my soulOf the time we were great before the self hate yoYeah