Time keeps on slippin
And you know us, black folks, keep on trippin.....
Over ourselves
And under the white man's feet
Yet still we beam a bright smile of teeth
As if that white man's looking at you
When he's standing on your face
Got you under his feet
Knowing your place
Stop skinnin, and grinnin, as if you have no clue
Of all the shit your black ass has been through
Stop being trampled on,
And passed by
Get your eyes off of the white man's dream - pie
Remember you're a people
That span from America to the African sky

Time keeps on slippin
And you know us, black folks, keep on trippin....
but we dont have the right to trip
when we are a day late and a dollar short every rip
standing in line, marking time
waiting for someone elses shoes to lick shine
shuffling our feet to the latest rap rhyme
or hustling in the streets for cheap wine
committing black-on-black crime
with slave-mentality etched so deep in our minds
sitting back quietly like that token black mime
afraid to stand up and cross the invisible white line
You better stop slippin' and get on time
and realize that the AmeriKanDream is in the mind!!!