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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