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  • Текст песни Akrobatik - Remind My Soul

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    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

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