Yo, yeah, yo, yeah

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yeah

Black is

Black is something to laugh about

Black is something to cry about

Black is serious

Black is a feeling

Black is us, the beautiful people

That was when some of them bad **** made beauty moving juju changes

The drum music's calm

Mojo vibrated and high john screamed through the bloods

'Til no more hears the blood sound

No more spoke in two forces and all the **** listened

Active missionaries too, dig my people, they active

The rhythms pulling their minds was gone and moved, moved, moved

Universe, earth spirits firing the soil to destroy the evil un-image

Cleanse the waste from the cold lands until the cosmos was whole again

And the world had become new

3:30 In the morning

Not a soul in sight

We sat four deep at a traffic light

Talking about how dumb and brainwashed

Some of our brothers and sisters are

While we wait for a green light to tell us when to go