Let it go, You got to live life irie now.
Let it go, You got to love each other now
Let? s talk about oppression, I? m guessin, like Stevie, I wonder
? Cause I was taught not to love another brother for his color
Or hate a race that? s makin? me hate this
country that I live in? cause it sure don? t be the greatest
Forever let? s come together and make it better
? Cause I? d quicker give my life for somethin? right than rather let a
racist closed-minded, apartheid, or another
David Duke-talkin?, high & mighty, stupid motha-f*cker
I? ve seen a many things that make my head get dizzy
Only thing that makes me happy is all people gettin? busy
No derogatory, like a South-African story
Let? s rise up and fight like Denzel back in Glory
Punch out the dumb sh*t, quick with a one-two
Red, Black, White, Brown, or Yellow, ya? ll, I love you
Let? s come together like Martin Luther King
and everybody in the place? Won? t you help to sing!?
It goes back a couple hundred years ago or so I? m taught
The wars, the tribes, in Africa they fought
Like voodoo, the mighty Zulu became the new crew
And conquered all because of power; now what would you do?
Took people from A-land and they land up kings
With some hostages that they would soon want to bring
to the white man; who, in his right hand, offered them guns
or money, food, clothing, and don? t forget rum
Blacks selling blacks but who woulda thought
that a few years later the kings would get caught
Because the white men didn? t like them and needed many
? Cause they were too lazy to do the work when there was any
So they stole the rest; robbed from Africa it? s breast
And every black could feel what it was like to be oppressed
Makes me sick that these dicks did such a thing
So in the words of Bob Marley, ya? ll:? Won? t you help to sing!?
Let? s drop-kick racism with a steel-toed boot
Take it from me, the Dog, and my homies call me Coot
and the letters in my name, they make it better; let us see
What goes behind them letters: C O O T
Caucasian Opposing Oppression Today
Remember the words of my mentor, Marvin Gaye
? Mercy, Mercy Me? it? s hurtin? when I see
a white beat a black to my university
I didn? t ask for my color and nor am I glad
that there might have been some racist in my greatest-granddad
But I doubt it,? cause like I said before:? we all are people?
& Latin, Black, & White you know that we all are equal
The evil: it have fe stop & get dropped
Ask Mystic Roots, the Ku-Klux-Klan them BLOODCLOT!
So with a voice, a song, a dream that I bring
Everybody in the world:? Won? t you help to sing!?
