Lyrics
If
we
wish
to
make
our
children
better
One
of
the
things
we
have
to
do
is
to
teach
them
the
knowledge
of
themselves
As
a
little
boy
my
blessed
mother
kept
instilling
in
me
the
love
and
the
pride
of
being
black
I
ain't
went
to
universities,
I'm
learning
from
the
universe
I
figured
out
what's
hurting
me
but
now
I
got
to
break
the
curse
It's
certainly
a
challenge
and
a
little
work
But
i'ma
turn
these
seeds
into
some
trees
before
I
hit
the
dirt
Funny
I
create
through
telling
vision
Swimming
up
against
the
channel
in
a
Flannel
that
I'm
drenched
in
Drifting
Tried
to
grip
the
handle
but
I
slipped
in
I
just
hope
you
stream
the
current
thoughts
that
swim
of
the
pen
I'm
deep
in
Do
I
see
the
end
I
mean
that
depends
Will
you
still
stick
around
me
when
my
troubles
become
frequent
Second
guess
anxiety
just
loves
to
come
in
sequence
Fake
variety
depriving
me
of
wishful
thinking
For
my
self,
And
secure
within
myself,
never
feeling
inferior,
and
certainly
not
feeling
superior,
but
that
chip
on
the
shoulder
I
ain't
went
to
universities,
I'm
learning
from
the
universe
I
figured
out
what's
hurting
me
but
now
I
got
to
break
the
curse
It's
certainly
a
challenge
and
a
little
work
But
i'ma
turn
these
seeds
into
some
trees
before
I
hit
the
dirt
Funny
I
create
through
telling
vision
Swimming
up
against
the
channel
in
a
Flannel
that
I'm
drenched
in
Drifting
Tried
to
grip
the
handle
but
I
slipped
in
I
just
hope
you
stream
the
current
thoughts
that
swim
of
the
pen
I'm
deep
in
Do
I
see
the
end
I
mean
that
depends
Will
you
still
stick
around
me
when
my
troubles
become
frequent
Second
guess
anxiety
just
loves
to
come
in
sequence
Fake
variety
depriving
me
of
wishful
thinking
My
dear
visitors
and
friends
And
those
of
you
in
our
television
audience
The
United
States
of
America,
one
of
the
greatest
nations
of
the
last
6,000
years
is
in
great
trouble
Not
because
of
the
power
of
a
foreign
government
But
because
an
internal
rot
and
decadence
that
could
very
well
sentence
this
nation
to
the
ignominy
that
many
of
her
sister
nations
have
gone
to
before
her
America
is
in
the
path
of
Sodom
and
Gomorrah,
ancient
Egypt,
Babylon
and
Rome
And
at
the
core
of
this
internal
problem
of
America
Is
the
unwanted
presence
of
nearly
30
to
40
million
black
people
who
didn't
come
on
the
Nina,
the
Pinta
the
Santa
Maria
or
the
Mayflower
But
who
came
in
the
holes
of
ships
An
from
the
day
that
are
fathers
sent
the
soles
of
the
feet
in
the
western
hemisphere
I
cry
has
been
for
Justice
and
I
cry
is
for
justice
today
I'm
not
before
you
to
anger
you
to
upset
you
I'm
before
you
as
an
instrument
I
hope
of
peace
and
I
hope
of
reason
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