Stretch

If black rubbed off

Some of us would have

Taken a bath along time ago

Not to dist the race

To win the race

We are so distracted

By what matters

We have forgotten the race

Why are we running

What are we running for

My people, are we still

Runaway slaves

Who in the hell are we running from

We are Kingdom people

We sat in high places

Brass, Gold and bronze faces

Let them think that they have won

Just sit back and watch them lose

Tighten your belt

Tie your shoes

Walk

Do

Not

Run