Jamika ft. Zenzile - Smell The Roses

Sometimes I wish people would wake up and smell the roses. Somebody once said: "those who feel it...know it..." Somehow in this zoo new world, daughter, 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 in this new world, daughter, something 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 (acuest), 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 (melon an an) the first person to fall down in front of the first brick that was trown to fulfill the american dream was...dark and (HYOU) or (HYOU)less I don't give a red white and blue freak! Do you? It doesn't pay the taxes nor the rent, it doesn't make up the time spent doing life bound(g) and (skape) and 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 I wish people would wake up and smell the roses Somebody once said "those who feel it know it" "those who feel it know it" "those who feel it know it" The people they don't know who they are And I can't understand it They don't know who they are They don't know who they are They don't know who they are And I... I can't understand it