Smell The Roses

Sometimes i wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses Somebody once said "those who feel it know it" Somehow on this new world order something old is lost But at what cost, at what cost? I wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses Somebody once said "Those who feel it, they know it" "Those who feel it, they know it" Somehow on this new world order something old is lost But at what cost, at what cost? The people, they don't know They don't know who they are I don't understand it The people, they don't know who they are And I don't understand it As I stand accused, who cares if Jesus was black or white? Or if the world was created in seven days or seven nights? I don't give a red, white or blue freak, do you? Who cares if the melanine of the first person to fall down in front of the first brick That was thrown to fulfill the American cream-dream was dark in hue, or hueless? I don't give a red, white or blue freak, do you? It doesn't pay the taxes or the rent, doesn't make up for time spent Doing life, bowing and scraping to live in a box, to live in this land, I don't understand I don't understand it The people they don't know who they are I don't understand it The people they don't know who they are And I don't, I don't understand it I wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses I wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses Somebody once said "Those who feel it, know it" Somebody once said "Those who feel it, know it" Somebody once said "Those who feel it, know it" People they don't know who they are And I can't understand it They don't who they are, they don't who they are, they don't who they are And I, I can't understand it