There are so many things I want to say to you My spirit is dressed very thick My mind can barely contain its’ thoughts My soul has little peace My eyes heavy with its weight My stomach tied in knots Many thought the battle was won In actuality, it’s never been fought

Tricked into thinking we are ok Scoffed when we raise our brow Are times so different from yesterday? That we should not be marching now If we sit and think a bit We will see that things really haven’t changed America’s wheels are still rolling

The fire is still aflame Could southern trees still bear strange fruit? Look deep and you will see Time keeps telling me its truth Though America was built on me I once heard a great woman say- When someone shows you who they are believe them it’s the truth- So why do we keep getting burned in the fiery flame?

If there is work that we can do America she still owes us still And yes we should complain Some will say “that was yesterday” And others will add wood to the flame Where are all the bleeding hearts When it comes to me Haven’t blacks suffered enough?

With no real reciprocity I can no longer smile and coo as if things are ok Time is telling us her truth I once heard Malcom X say Why, my Lord, are we fighting wars for her?

When she is still at war with us Time is finished with keeping quiet This devil we should seldom trust Yes, the devil is alive and strong And it takes on many forms It wears masks, and can change it’s tint And can come in before the storm If you are one that says, well that’s not me!!! And goes on with your life It’s time that you stand up with me Cause you know that it’s still not right It amazes me that you’ll show up Over the fighting of some dogs But when blacks demand true rights You asking “Why all the fuss?”

America, she is still sick with slim hopes of getting well And I believed Malcom when he said” just wait-time will tell”