Ooowee, who to believe?Father's turned into a childOh Lord have mercy on meOh please look through my eyesLook through my eyes, it's no surpriseOh why do they treat you badly?When you sleep slaves know they're freeYour pain is killing meYour shadow weeps in my roomWeeps in my room, you aged too soonAnd now? It's the prodigal funkNo-one knows where it's come fromOne wish one last fools wishPlease show the blinded road, the blinded roadAnd then I'll goOoowe, who to believe?Mothers turned into fearOh Lord have mercy on meTell feeling to pull us near, to pull us nearI promise I won't compareAnd now? A strangers at my doorOffering me money to say some moreShould I take the gold and run?Or should I play the prodigal funk, the prodigal funkSee me goneUpon your crown of beautiful white hairI cried onMy tears flowed where flowers don't dareTo lie on or die onBecause they know thatWherever the thruth is bornThe day will comeSome say that black is despairBut you shine onSome say Africa's going nowhereYou proved them wrong, them wrongCos they know wherever the truth is bornThe day will come, the day will come, the day will come.