SMELL THE ROSES

Sometimes I wish people would wake up and smell the roses.
Somebody once said:
"those who feel it...know it..."

Somehow in this zoo new world, daughter, something old is lost. But at what cost, at
what cost...

I wish people would wake up and smell the roses.
Somebody once said:
"those who feel it...they know it..."
"those who feel it...they know it..."

Somehow in this new world order,
something is lost -
at what cost, at what cost...

The people they don't know
They don't know who they are
I don't understand it
The people they don't know who they are
And I don't understand it

As I stand acuded who cares if Jesus was black or white
Or if the world was created in seven days, or seven nights...
I don't give a red white or blue freak!
Do you?

Who cares if the melanin the first person
to fall down in front of the first
brick that was thrown to fulfill the american cream dream
was...dark in hue or hueless
I don't give a red white and blue freak!
Do you?

It doesn't pay the taxes nor the rent,
it doesn't make up the time spent doing life
bowing and scraping to live in a box,
to live in this land
I don't understand
I don't understand it

The people they don't know who they are
I don't understand it
The people they don't know who they are
And I don't..I don't understand it

I wish people would wake up and smell the roses
I wish people would wake up and smell the roses
Somebody once said
"those who feel it know it"
"those who feel it know it"
"those who feel it know it"

The people they don't know who they are
And I can't understand it
They don't know who they are
They don't know who they are
They don't know who they are
And I... I can't understand it