Prophetic lyrics from a great Rasta man (no not Bob Marley):

"400 years (400 years, 400 years, wo-oo-ah)
And it's the same philosophy
I said it's 400 years (400 years, 400 years, wo-oo-ah)
And the people they still can't see
Why do they fight against the youth of today
And without these youths, they would be gone
All gone astray

Come on, let's make a move
(Make a move, make a move, wo-oo-ah)
I can see time, time has come
And if-a fools don't see
(Fools don't see, fools don't see, wo-oo-ah)
I can't save the youth
The youth will be strong

So won't you come with me?
I'll take you to a land of liberty
Where we can live, live a good life and be free

Look how long: 400 years (400 years, 400 years, wo-oo-ah)
Way too long!
That's the reason my people can't see
Said it's 400 long years (400 years, 400 years, wo-oo-ah)
Give me patience, give me philosophy

It's been 400 years (400 years, 400 years)
Wait so long! Wo-oo-oo-ah
How long? 400 long, long years..."