Down-trotted times and everlasting tears
Generations of suffering over hundreds of years

When will it all end? Has the time really come?
Or will it be one hundred more years of repetition?

Equal employment opportunities, welfare, and the ghetto
Ways you thought would repay for the lives you stole

Both nannies and mammies watched your kids
As theirs were sold to the highest bid

>From the fruits of our labor you continue to pick
And when we are down you continue to kick

Clutching purses, falsely accusing, and peeping through blinds
Wondering why we can't get past these colored lines

Picket fences, city marches, and assassinations of great leaders
Although you tried to destroy us we remain believers

No need to be apologetic the wounds have already healed
Our day has finally come and time will be revealed

Too much, too little, and far too late
We can not look back it's already sealed by fate