I always wanna b black/well it turns out we all are -/I suggest we make a little music to-gether/ sing together. Too / & celebrate our blackness / cuz we all come from mother Africa; / mother Africa come thru us all, now/ don’t be a cringin and a-crawlin to yer bunker, man/come out, don’t be blue/ come dance in the streets w/mr po-liceman, true blue/ cuz u b da policemon/I be mr da po-liceman too!/ yeah dats right / we’ll be a Layin’ down our arms/put em down on the street/ kick em to the curb ....