I just can’t help at all 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 somebody else's 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 in, for tomorrow is another day
To get up, to live up to our heritage
To free sisters and brothers from the bondage
Because the fight is not over; it’s just begun
There are more elections out there to be won
I just can’t help at all 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