I met a sistren from South Africa
Gave her a ride from Downtown to Santa Monica
We spoke of apartheid and brother Mandela
Systemic racism right here, right here, right here in America, she said …

They just can’t keep sweeping it under the rug
Systemic racism, ooh, is like a stage four cancer
Need a little truth and some reconciliation
Love over hatred, righteous radiation

Some want Black people to forgive and forget
Without even so much of a slight apology
And Native Americans they’ve got nothing left to give
Continue to be demonized by his … his-his-his-history

You just can’t sweep it no more, ugh! under the rug
Systemic racism, more hate could never be the answer
Crying out for justice and some ray-ray … reparations
Then maybe we will have true peace and love upon the land

And and and and-a and and …
Down at the border can’t believe my eyes
Locking away little children in cages like wild animals
Immigration plan, ugh! another Muslim ban
And suddenly Asian-Americans, the brand new boogeyman
Some got to …

Take a closer look at the man in the mirror
Before they even point even one more finger
Still casting spells of privilege through domestic terror
Rastafari love, thank God, is the spell-breaker

Got to get out, get out, aah, from under that rug, hey
New broom sweep clean, ol’ broom know the corner
Got to get out, get out, once and for all, from under that rug, ooh yeah
New broom sweep clean, new broom, ol’ broom know the corner
Got to get out, get out, get out, get out get out … from under that rug, aah
New broom, new broom, ol’ broom know the corner
Got to get out, get out, get-get-get-get-get … from under that rug, yeah-hee
New broom sweep clean, ol’ broom, yow pass mi ol’ broom deh nuh star!