Akrobatik Remind My Soul Lyrics

Remind My Soul Lyrics

Yeah, it's gettin' wild out here

It makes me wonder how a black man could
ever raise a child out here

You know the old krumbsnatcha's in this land of
decay

So why we killin' for the crumbs when there's so much to
stay?

We're no longer suposed to be slaves

I bet Harriet Tubman will be
turnin' in her grave

Like remind my soul



Of the time we were great
before the self hate



My elders all feel the same there's no
bravery

We're suposed to fight for freedom not just the end of
slavery

Are we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewels

So our
youth don't get played out for fools?

Will they get program how to
behave?

Malcolm X must be turnin' in his grave

Like remind my
soul



Of the time we were great before the self hate

The time we
were great before the self hate (x3)

The time we were great

Wait, we
still great, but



I met up with this dread, said "Peace,
Respect"

To set respect and not seen that around here yet

Black man
kill himself for limited amount of wealth

And them disrespecting women saw
him disrespect himself

I agree for what the dread haven't get off of his
chest

Bob Marley will be disturbed from his rest

Like remind my
soul



Of the time we were great before the self hate



Can't
work a dead end 9 to 5 for what

To be another victim of social security
cuts?

I gotta cut myself from the chains and run free

Empower myself to
be my own authority

People die so I don't have to be a runaway slave

Nat
Turner must be turnin' in his grave

Like remind my soul



Of the time
we were great before the self hate

The time we were great before the self
hate (x3)

The time we were great

Wait, we still great, but



We
thought to worship these rappers and athletes and actors

Many who think
they better in the walk right passed ya

It's what you do off camera and off
the court

That really makes you worthy of the people support

But some
brothers get those millions and forget how to behave

Arther Ashe must be
turnin' in his grave

Like remind my soul



Of the time we were great
before the self hate



We crabs in a barrel, you ain't gettin out until I
do first

And that's why the guns burst

Whatever happened to strenght in
numbers?

Some of the greatest minds on the planet are among us

But so
many start on strugglin' and never get saved

Man, Martin must be turnin' in
his grave

Like remind my soul



Of the time we were great before the
self hate

The time we were great before the self hate (x3)

The time we
were great



Remind my soul

Of the time we were great before the
self hate yo

Yeah