Revolution (And Flashback)

In 1600 I was a darkie

Until 1865, a slave

In 1900 I was a nigger

Or at least, that was my name

In 1960 I was a negro

And then brother Malcom came along

And then some nigger shot Malcom down

But the bitter truth lives on

Martin is dead

With Martin as our leader

We prayed, and marched

And marched, and prayed

Things were changing

Things were getting better

But things were not together

With Malcom as our leader,

We learned

And thought

And thought we had learned

Things were better

Things were changing

But things were not together

And now it is your turn,

We are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and learning

Brothers wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning

You are three hundred years ahead in equality

But next summer may be too late

To look back

In 1600 I was a darkie

And until 1865 a slave

In 1900 I was a nigger

Or at least that was my name

In 1960 I was a negro

And then Malcom came along

Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down

Though the bitter truth lives on

Well now I am a black man

And though I still go second class

Where as once I wanted the white man's love

Now he can kiss me ass