I say, "Are you doing as much as you can for the struggle?" (no) — Arrested Development (group)

"Lord its obvious we got a relationship, Talkin to each other every night and day. Although youre superior over me, We talk to each other in a friendship way. Then outta nowhere you tell me to break Outta the country and into more country, Past Dyesburg and Ripley Where the ghost of childhood haunts me. Walk the roads my forefathers walked, Climb the trees my forefathers hung from. Ask those trees for all their wisdom, They tell me my ears are so young (Home). Go back, from whence you came (Home). My family tree, my family name (Home). For some strange reason it had to be (Home) He guided me to Tennessee (Home)."

"I told the niggas please let us pass, friend. I said please cause I dont like killin Africans. But he wouldnt stop and I aint Ice Cube. But I had to take the brother out for being rude. And like I said before I was mad by then. It took three or four cops to pull me off of him. But thats the story yall of a black man, Actin like a nigga and get stomped by an African. You see I am everyday people. You see, I am everyday people."

"Take me to another place, take me to another land, Make me forget all that hurts me, let me understand your plan. Take me to another place, take me to another land, Make me forget all that hurts me, let me understand your plan."

"Now I see the importance of history, Why my people be in the mess that they be. Many journeys to freedom made in vain By brothers on the corner playin ghetto games. I ask you, Lord why you enlightened me Without the enlightenment of all my folks. He said, cuz I set myself on a quest for truth And he was there to quench my thirst, But I am still thirsty. The Lord allowed me to drink some more. He said what I am searching for are The answers to all which are in front of me. The ultimate truth started to get blurry. For some strange reason it had to be, It was all a dream about Tennessee."

"Mr. Wendal has freedom, A free that you and I think is dumb. Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society. For Mr. Wendals a bum. His only worries are sickness And an occasional harassment by the police and their chase. Uncivilized we call him. But I just saw him eat off the food we waste. Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no? Who are we to judge When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved And killed over a racist grudge? Mr. Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways, But we dont hear him talk."

"Lately Ive been in a life like limbo, Looking out of a smudged up window. Were not sure where our lives are going. Friends, its summer outside but yet were snowed in. Dont know where our next dollars coming from, Living the life of a poor musician. Headliners strong so he keeps his 9 to 5, Cutting brothers hair as a means of staying alive. If it wasnt for the rhythm, I think we would have given up by now. This system has gotten the best of me, Now I pray for God to invest in me My dignity, invest his glory. Give me the strength so I can finish the story. Keep on searching for the right way to go out, Coz going out is what its all about. Huh! You cant be passive, gotta be active."