Gil Scott-Heron - Evolution (And Flashback) lyrics

In 1600 I was a darkie Until 1865, a slave In 1900 I was a n******g Or at least, that was my name In 1960 I was a negro And then brother Malcom came along And then some n******g 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 n******g Or at least that was my name In 1960 I was a negro And then Malcom came along Yes, but some n******g shot Malcom down Though the bitter truth lives on Well now I am a black man And though I still go second cla** Where as once I wanted the white man's love Now he can kiss my a**