If black rubbed off
Some of us would have
Taken a bath along time ago
Not to dist the race
To win the race
We are so distracted
By what matters
We have forgotten the race
Why are we running
What are we running for
My people, are we still
Runaway slaves
Who in the hell are we running from
We are Kingdom people
We sat in high places
Brass, Gold and bronze faces
Let them think that they have won
Just sit back and watch them lose
Tighten your belt
Tie your shoes
Walk
Do
Not
Run