I can’t help who I am inside
Or that when I cast votes the truth is not denied
Because I’m tied to the blood lines of Africans
I’m fighting hard to survive these Americans
With their played out and pimped out politics
Washington is filled with a sad lot of lunatics
So I speak to and preach to my fellowmen
About the need to politically be “born again”
To be washed in the blood of the common man
That we might gain the rights to a “promised land”
Not forty acres, a mule or the American Dream
But the right to be equal in the mainstream
To go to college, get the job, make leaps and strides
To be an asset to my people and from the dust rise
Just listen when I tell you this is not the way
Because we’re still fighting hard for a better day.
The matriarchs and patriarchs who guided us
Didn’t get us here...to be left here...by us
The struggle it continues on everyday 
Don’t give it...tomorrow’s another day
To get up, to live up to our heritage
To Free sisters and brothers from their bondage
Because the fight is not over; it’s just begun
There’s a new election out there to be won
And I can’t help who I am inside
Or that when I cast votes the truth is not denied
Because I’m tied to the blood lines of Africans
I’m fighting hard to survive these Americans