Lyrics:

Yeah, it's gettin wild out here
It makes me wonder how a black man could ever raise a child out here
You know we all crumb snatchers in this land of big cake
So why we killin for the crumbs when there's so much at stake?
We no longer supposed to be slaves
I bet Harriet Tubman would be turnin in her grave
Like remind my soul (remind my soul)

Of the time we were great before the self hate

My elders all feel the same, there's no bravery
You supposed to fight for freedom not just the end of slavery
Are we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewels?
So our youth don't get played out for fools
Or will they get programmed how to behave?
Malcolm X must be turnin in his grave
Like remind my soul (remind my soul)

Of the time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great
Wait, we still great but

Yeah

I met up with this dread, said 'Peace, respect'
He said, 'respect me, not seen that around here yet,
black man kill himself for limited amount of wealth
and him disrespectin women so him disrespect himself'
I agree with what the dread had to get off of his chest
Bob Marley would be disturbed from his rest
Like remind my soul

Of the time we were great before the self hate

Can't work a dead end nine-to-five, for what?
To be another victim of social security cuts?
I gotta cut myself from the chains and run free (yeah)
Empower myself and be my own authority
People die so I don't have to be a runaway slave
Nat Turner must be turnin in his grave
Like remind my soul (remind my soul, yeah)

Of the time we were great before the self hate (yeah)
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great
Wait, we still great but, but

The time we were great before the self hate

We're taught to worship these rappers and athletes and actors
Many who think they better and they'll walk right past ya
It's what you do off camera and off the court
That really makes you worthy of the peoples support
But some brothers get those millions and forget how to behave
Arther Ashe must be turnin in his grave
Like remind my soul (remind my soul)

Of the time we were great before the self hate

We crabs in a barrel, you ain't gettin out until I do first
And that's why the guns burst
Whatever happened to strength in numbers? (uh)
Some of the greatest minds on the planet are among us
But so many start off strugglin and never get saved
Man, Martin must be turnin in his grave
Like remind my soul (remind my soul)

Of the time we were great before the self hate (yeah)
The time we were great before the self hate
The time we were great before the self hate (let's bring it back, y'all)
The time we were great before the self hate (let's bring it back)
The time we were great

Remind my soul (uh)
We were great before the self hate
Yo, yeah

Yeah, c'mon
The time we were great before the self hate