We'd like to do a thing that was written down on this sheet of paper That I didn't go in to It's called "Evolution" And in the middle of it, in this poem called "Evolution" We're going to interject something called "Flashback"
Yeah In 1600 I was a darkie Until 1865 a slave In 1900 I was a nigger Or at least that was my name In 1960 I was a negro And then brother Malcolm came along And then some nigger shot Malcolm down But the bitter truth lives on
Martin is dead With Martin as our leader We prayed and marched And marched and prayed Things were changing Things were getting better But things were not together
With Malcolm as our leader We learned and thought And thought we had learned Things were better Things were changing But things were not together
And now it is your turn We're tired of praying and marching and thinking and learning Brothers wanna start cutting and shooting and stealing and burning You are 300 years ahead in equality But next summer may be to late to look back
In 1600 I was a darkie And until 1865 a slave In 1900 I was a nigger Or at least that was my name In 1960 I was a negro And then Malcolm came along Yes, but some nigger shot Malcolm down Though the bitter truth lives on Well now I am a black man And though I still go second-class Whereas once I wanted the white man's love Now he can kiss my ass