I want you to stand up and fight my people. Rise young men and women, and know that your day shall come.
I was born in 75 when peace was alive. You know back when social movements were strong and they primed.
Religious leaders were battling politicians. What happened? How did y'all lose the mission?
You spread so much love during those days of stress, but there were so many warriors you laid to rest.
Always a protest, and where'd you go? We need you now more than ever to express your soul.
I often wonder if y'all was thinking about your honor, or was it all discos and marijuana?
I ain't tripping, I know times was rough and all, but conscious love, you told us that you'd never be gone.
You told me that you'd always be there. Conscious love.
Sitting by the oak tree putting flowers in my hair. Conscious love.
Friendship.
Friendship rings. Passing from hand to hand. Conscious love, could you come around and wake us up again?
Music was on an all time high back then. Don't conform to the systems, what you said my friend.
All your free *** and free love and drugs. Gave us nothing but AIDS and single parented thugs.
Bell bottoms, I love them but the world can't see. It symbolizes no shackles on your feet and be free.
Power to the people with some precious words.
Bobby Seale and Huey Newton had us feeling a surge.
Y'all remember Gil Scott and the last poets? Marvin Gaye making cuts on where the world was going.
Black Democrats taking office and shaking them down. Left the hood for the suburbs, they're Republicans now.
It's a shame, knowing that they're two and the same. With so many people in charge, who can you blame?
We all guilty of the fact that the devil inside won't let conscious love come back and alive.
And that's red.
You told me that you'd always be there.
Conscious love, sitting by the oak tree, putting flowers in my hair.
Friendship rings, passing from hand to hand.
I just love that you come around and wake us up again.
Times have been rough but we gotta get right.
People tripping, my money's tied.
I ain't got nothing to give.
But I'll stay if I get anything in my way to make sure that I can live.
You told me that you'd always be there.
Sitting by the oak tree, putting flowers in my hair.
Friendship rings, passing from hand to hand.
I just love that you come around and wake us up again.
I want you to search for something much higher than alternative rebellions.
It has to be much wiser than regular warfare.
And so on this day of enlightenment, I dare you to bring back the conscious love that your mothers and fathers forgot.
So improve your ways and actions, my brothers and sisters.
Go far beyond your race and religions.
And your genders.
And be what you are destined to be.
Sons and daughters of the almighty.
Most high.
Most excellent.
Supreme God.