Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years)
Of the same philosophy
Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years)
And black people, they still can′t see
Why do they fight against the youth of today?
And without the youth, you would be gone, all gone astray

Come on, let's make a move (make a move, make a move)
Now that the time, the time has come
Fools don′t see (fools don't see, fools don't see)
But I know, we′ll be strong

So come with me to a land of liberty
Good God, where we can live
Live our lives and be free

Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years)
Of the same, the same philosophy
Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years)
And black people still can′t see

Come with me, you black and you brown
You got to be free
Stop sitting down on your pride
Just get high

Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years)
Of the same, same philosophy
Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years)
Why do black people close their eyes?

Come to reality (four hundred years, four hundred years)
You've got humility
Just can′t see
Four hundred years (four hundred years)

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