Let it go

Let it go, You got to live life irie now.

Let it go, You got to love each other now

Let's talk about oppression, I'm guessin, like Stevie, I wonder

'Cause I was taught not to love another brother for his color

Or hate a race that's makin' me hate this

country that I live in 'cause it sure don't be the greatest

Forever let's come together and make it better

'Cause I'd quicker give my life for somethin' right than rather let a

racist closed-minded, apartheid, or another

David Duke-talkin', high & mighty, stupid motha-f*cker

I've seen a many things that make my head get dizzy

Only thing that makes me happy is all people gettin' busy

No derogatory, like a South-African story

Let's rise up and fight like Denzel back in Glory

Punch out the dumb sh*t, quick with a one-two

Red, Black, White, Brown, or Yellow, ya'll, I love you

Let's come together like Martin Luther King

and everybody in the place "Won't you help to sing!"

It goes back a couple hundred years ago or so I'm taught

The wars, the tribes, in Africa they fought

Like voodoo, the mighty Zulu became the new crew

And conquered all because of power; now what would you do?

Took people from A-land and they land up kings

With some hostages that they would soon want to bring

to the white man; who, in his right hand, offered them guns

or money, food, clothing, and don't forget rum

Blacks selling blacks but who woulda thought

that a few years later the kings would get caught

Because the white men didn't like them and needed many

'Cause they were too lazy to do the work when there was any

So they stole the rest; robbed from Africa it's breast

And every black could feel what it was like to be oppressed

Makes me sick that these dicks did such a thing

So in the words of Bob Marley, ya'll: "Won't you help to sing!"

Let's drop-kick racism with a steel-toed boot

Take it from me, the Dog, and my homies call me Coot

and the letters in my name, they make it better; let us see

What goes behind them letters: C O O T

Caucasian Opposing Oppression Today

Remember the words of my mentor, Marvin Gaye

"Mercy, Mercy Me" it's hurtin' when I see

a white beat a black to my university

I didn't ask for my color and nor am I glad

that there might have been some racist in my greatest-granddad

But I doubt it, 'cause like I said before: 'we all are people'

& Latin, Black, & White you know that we all are equal

The evil: it have fe stop & get dropped

Ask Mystic Roots, the Ku-Klux-Klan them BLOODCLOT!

So with a voice, a song, a dream that I bring

Everybody in the world: "Won't you help to sing!"