Sometimes i wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses
Somebody once said "those who feel it know it"
Somehow on this new world order 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 on this new world order something old is lost
But 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 accused, 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 melanine of 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 or blue freak, do you?
It doesn't pay the taxes or the rent, doesn't make up for 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"
Somebody once said "Those who feel it, know it"
Somebody once said "Those who feel it, know it"
People they don't know who they are
And I can't understand it
They don't who they are, they don't who they are, they don't who they are
And I, I can't understand it