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


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