歌曲 | Evolution (And Flashback) |
歌手 | Gil Scott-Heron |
专辑 | Small Talk at 125th and Lenox |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Scott-Heron | |
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 Malcom came along | |
And then some nigger shot Malcom 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 Malcom 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 are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and learning | |
Brothers wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning | |
You are three hundred years ahead in equality | |
But next summer may be too 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 Malcom came along | |
Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down | |
Though the bitter truth lives on | |
Well now I am a black man | |
And though I still go second class | |
Where as once I wanted the white man's love | |
Now he can kiss my ass |
zuo ci : ScottHeron | |
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 Malcom came along | |
And then some nigger shot Malcom 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 Malcom 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 are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and learning | |
Brothers wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning | |
You are three hundred years ahead in equality | |
But next summer may be too 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 Malcom came along | |
Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down | |
Though the bitter truth lives on | |
Well now I am a black man | |
And though I still go second class | |
Where as once I wanted the white man' s love | |
Now he can kiss my ass |
zuò cí : ScottHeron | |
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 Malcom came along | |
And then some nigger shot Malcom 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 Malcom 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 are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and learning | |
Brothers wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning | |
You are three hundred years ahead in equality | |
But next summer may be too 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 Malcom came along | |
Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down | |
Though the bitter truth lives on | |
Well now I am a black man | |
And though I still go second class | |
Where as once I wanted the white man' s love | |
Now he can kiss my ass |