I shout out to the rugged mountains of Tennessee….
I screamed in muddy bayou of Louisiana…
The slave trade led to propaganda….
Old dirty, dirty south you were never there for me…
Yet you sing sweet songs, sweet songs of liberty…
Life less bodies hanging from chest nut trees is
what I remember about the south…
Fishing black bodies out that bayou no doubt…
Why just last night I witnessed a lynching…
White men with sheets over their heads crying redemption…
My people have been killed burned and desecrated…
Denied their rights and discriminated…
We tended the fields of wheat,











