We’ve been , we’ve seen ,we’ve felt
The pain of the past
The scars that seem to last
The agony that dwells in these wounded hearts
It always takes us back when we were black

The hearts are still aching
Time might seal the wounds
But it will never fade the memories
We youth are no born-frees
But born to free ourselves

Free from the tempered-mind
Let us all unite and be one kind
But the history of this divided kind
Takes us back when we were black

When being black was a
Mark for mockery
Now the past we have is
Our mind slavery
We the young not born frees
But ones who can come with ease