Smell The Roses - Zenzile

Sometimes i wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses\nSomebody once said «those who feel it know it»\nSomehow on this new world order something old is lost\nBut at what cost, at what cost?\nI wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses\nSomebody once said «Those who feel it, they know it»\n«Those who feel it, they know it»\nSomehow on this new world order something old is lost\nBut at what cost, at what cost?\nThe people, they don’t know\nThey don’t know who they are\nI don’t understand it\nThe people, they don’t know who they are\nAnd I don’t understand it\nAs I stand accused, who cares if Jesus was black or white?\nOr if the world was created in seven days or seven nights?\nI don’t give a red, white or blue freak, do you?\nWho cares if the melanine of the first person to fall down in front of the\nfirst brick\nthat was thrown to fulfill the American cream-dream was dark in hue, or hueless?\nI don’t give a red, white or blue freak, do you?\nIt doesn’t pay the taxes or the rent, doesn’t make up for time spent\nDoing life, bowing and scraping to live in a box, to live in this land,\nI don’t understand\nI don’t understand it\nThe people they don’t know who they are\nI don’t understand it\nThe people they don’t know who they are\nAnd I don’t, I don’t understand it\nI wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses\nI wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses\nSomebody once said «Those who feel it, know it»\nSomebody once said «Those who feel it, know it»\nSomebody once said «Those who feel it, know it»\nPeople they don’t know who they are\nAnd I can’t understand it\nThey don’t who they are, they don’t who they are, they don’t who they are\nAnd I, I can’t understand it