Evolution (And Flashback)

	作词 : Scott-Heron
	In 1600 I was a darkie
	Until 1865, a slave
	In 1900 I was a nigger
	Or at least, that was my name
	In 1960 I was a negro
	And then brother Malcom came along
	And then some nigger shot Malcom down
	But the bitter truth lives on
	Martin is dead
	With Martin as our leader
	We prayed, and marched
	And marched, and prayed
	Things were changing
	Things were getting better
	But things were not together
	With Malcom as our leader,
	We learned
	And thought
	And thought we had learned
	Things were better
	Things were changing
	But things were not together
	And now it is your turn,
	We are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and learning
	Brothers wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning
	You are three hundred years ahead in equality
	But next summer may be too late
	To look back
	In 1600 I was a darkie
	And until 1865 a slave
	In 1900 I was a nigger
	Or at least that was my name
	In 1960 I was a negro
	And then Malcom came along
	Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down
	Though the bitter truth lives on
	Well now I am a black man
	And though I still go second class
	Where as once I wanted the white man's love
	Now he can kiss my ass

	zuò cí : ScottHeron
	In 1600 I was a darkie
	Until 1865, a slave
	In 1900 I was a nigger
	Or at least, that was my name
	In 1960 I was a negro
	And then brother Malcom came along
	And then some nigger shot Malcom down
	But the bitter truth lives on
	Martin is dead
	With Martin as our leader
	We prayed, and marched
	And marched, and prayed
	Things were changing
	Things were getting better
	But things were not together
	With Malcom as our leader,
	We learned
	And thought
	And thought we had learned
	Things were better
	Things were changing
	But things were not together
	And now it is your turn,
	We are tired of praying, and marching, and thinking, and learning
	Brothers wanna start cutting, and shooting, and stealing, and burning
	You are three hundred years ahead in equality
	But next summer may be too late
	To look back
	In 1600 I was a darkie
	And until 1865 a slave
	In 1900 I was a nigger
	Or at least that was my name
	In 1960 I was a negro
	And then Malcom came along
	Yes, but some nigger shot Malcom down
	Though the bitter truth lives on
	Well now I am a black man
	And though I still go second class
	Where as once I wanted the white man' s love
	Now he can kiss my ass