Binance

Remind My Soul (Akrobatik)

Yeah, it's gettin' wild out here It makes me wonder how a black man could ever raise a child out here You know the old krumbsnatcha's in this land of decay So why we killin' for the crumbs when there's so much to stay? We're no longer suposed to be slaves I bet Harriet Tubman will be turnin' in her grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate My elders all feel the same there's no bravery We're suposed to fight for freedom not just the end of slavery Are we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewels So our youth don't get played out for fools? Will they get program how to behave? Malcolm X must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate The time we were great before the self hate (x3) The time we were great Wait, we still great, but I met up with this dread, said "Peace, Respect" To set respect and not seen that around here yet Black man kill himself for limited amount of wealth And them disrespecting women saw him disrespect himself I agree for what the dread haven't get off of his chest Bob Marley will be disturbed from his rest Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate Can't work a dead end 9 to 5 for what To be another victim of social security cuts? I gotta cut myself from the chains and run free Empower myself to be my own authority People die so I don't have to be a runaway slave Nat Turner must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate The time we were great before the self hate (x3) The time we were great Wait, we still great, but We thought to worship these rappers and athletes and actors Many who think they better in the walk right passed ya It's what you do off camera and off the court That really makes you worthy of the people support But some brothers get those millions and forget how to behave Arther Ashe must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate We crabs in a barrel, you ain't gettin out until I do first And that's why the guns burst Whatever happened to strenght in numbers? Some of the greatest minds on the planet are among us But so many start on strugglin' and never get saved Man, Martin must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate The time we were great before the self hate (x3) The time we were great Remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate yo Yeah