Gil Scott-heron Evolution (and Flashback)
In 1600 I was a darkie
Until 1865, a slave
In 1900 I was a n..er
Or at least, that was my name
In 1960 I was a negro
And then brother Malcom came along
And then some n..er 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 n..er
Or at least that was my name
In 1960 I was a negro
And then Malcom came along
Yes, but some n..er 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
