| You don’t know who you are
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| Look back into your past, brother
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| Look back into your past, sister
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| You don’t know who you are
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| Look back into your past, sister
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| Look back into your past, brother
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| My forefather was a king
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| He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings
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| Nobody believes this to be true
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| Maybe it’s because my eyes ain’t blue
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| You ain’t gonna find it in your history book
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| Come here, young blood and take a look
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| You dig down deep inside this hard cover
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| Don’t you know you was bought, brother?
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| All you read about is slavery
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| Never about the black man’s bravery
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| You look at the pictures and all they show is
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| African people with bones in their noses
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| That ain’t true, that’s a lie
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| You didn’t get that from my lemon pie
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| Yeah, I cut class, I got a D
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| 'Cause history meant nothing to me
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| Except a definite nap that’s why I always sat in the back
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| I’d talk to girls or write a rhyme 'cause I didn’t know
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| All times are black man’s times
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| When I was young my mama told me stories
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| Of black peoples' fight to bring us glory
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| I used to think these were stories to put me to sleep
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| But now I know mama’s talk wasn’t cheap
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| Now I know Afrika’s for Afrikaans
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| And history’s the blood of every woman and man
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| Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved
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| The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search
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| Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved
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| The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search
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| Trying to pull together the history of the people
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| Page one, page two, page three
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| And still no signs of me
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| Yeah, so I looked into the table of contents
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| They wrote a little thing about us in the projects
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| The only history we make is if we kill somebody
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| Rape somebody but other than that we’re nobody
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| Speaking like a brother living in the jungle
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| I know I was here first but I remain humble
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| Now it’s time to rekindle the fire
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| A tribe of young brothers with the eye of the tiger
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| Acknowledge your own, we have a home
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| Put on this earth to live and roam
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| Christopher chose to explore
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| Discovered America, yeah, sure
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| He thought the planet was square
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| Traveled many places but we already had been there
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| We left tracks, backtrack back
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| First civilization, you know where that was found at
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| Looking for the true black days of glory
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| But you read in history, that’s his story
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| The red’s for the blood and the black’s for the man
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| The green is the color that stands for the land
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| The red’s for the blood and the black’s for the man
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| The green is the color that stands for the land
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| The red’s for the blood and the black’s for the man
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| The green is the color that stands for the land
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| The red’s for the blood and the black’s for the man
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| The green is the color that stands for the land |