Fragmented

A mass movement marches on DC
Predictions top millions from LA to NYC
But shit, hardly a fraction show up to throw
Their middle-aged voices hardly worth the dough
Now, the youngest brother there notorious Stevie Wonder
Pushes 55, has a cane, and tends to wander
The movement is dead, ain't no'ne to be a mentor
To safely guide society in to the future.

But what would I know, just an angry white boy
Knows nothing of the struggle, prefers to drink soy
Well, listen up! can anyone tell me
Where is my leader, the one who speaks truth, B
Just self appointed prophets, here to save my soul
But they don't understand, lookin' out for they own goals
So next time that you see the Rev. Al vex
Ask him what he's done to be on par with Malcom X.