It's a matter of race, the way we should see ourselves today Instead it's a matter of waste, division, betrayed Depression gradually choking away my breath Natures finest creation, almost dead and nothing left Racial pride deficiencies It's witnessed on an everyday scale A once bright future begins to cloud Internationally derailed
Our people can shoulder some of the blame But an unseen hand is truly to blame Our race is dying in vain It's a matter of race, when will you agree? When you're the slave of a slave Broken down and on your knees? It's a matter of race, but am I wasting your time? If it's a matter of convenience, then I'm wasting my time