Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Producer
Malcolm Cecil
Malcolm Cecil
Producer

Lyrics

I was wondering about our yesterdays And starting digging through the rubble And to say, at least somebody went Through a hell of a lot of trouble To make sure that when we looked things up We wouldn't fair too well And that we would come up with totally unreliable Portraits of ourselves But I compiled what few facts I could I mean, such as they are To see if we could shed a little bit of light And this is what I got so far: First, white folks discovered Africa And they claimed it fair and square Cecil Rhodes couldn't have been robbing nobody 'Cause he said there was nobody there White folks brought all the civilization Since there wasn't none around They said 'how could these folks be civilized When you never see nobody writing nothing down?' And just to prove all their suspicions It didn't take too long They found out there were whole groups of people, in plain sight Running around with no clothes on That's right! The women, the men, the young and old Righteous white folks covered their eyes So no time was spent considering the environment Hell no! This here, this just wasn't civilized! And another piece of information they had Or at least this how we were taught Is that 'unlike the very civilized people of Europe' These tribal units actually fought And yes, there was some rather crude implements And yes, there was primitive art And yes they were masters of hunting and fishing And courtesy came from the heart And yes there was medicine, love and religion Intertribal communication by drum But no paper and pencils and other utensils And hell, these folks never even heard of a gun And this is why the colonies came To stabilize the land Because the Dark Continent had copper and gold And the discoverers had themselves a plan They would discover all the places with promise You didn't need no titles or deeds You could just appoint people to make everything legal To sanction the trickery and greed And back in the jungle when the natives got restless They would call that 'guerrilla attack' And they would never describe that the folks finally got wise And decided they would fight back And still we are victims of word games Semantics is always a bitch: Places once referred to as under-developed Are now called 'mineral rich.' And the game goes on eternally Unity kept just beyond reach Egypt and Libya used to be in Africa They've been moved to the Middle East There are examples galore I assure you But if interpreting were left up to me I'd be sure every time folks knew this version wasn't mine Which is why it is called 'His story'
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