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, cotton, and tobacco…
We been chained, tortured, and shackled….
Our history blotted out and our identity stolen…
Over four hundred years of irony and yet we remain struggling…
REPARATION must be paid!
We worked your railroads, built your freeways,
and dug your arrogation trenches….
We marched on D.C. and put an end to segregation…
We’re the promised seeds of Jacob a chosen generation….
Yet we’re denied reparations…..
We’re survived the worst conditions
any race has ever endured…
And
We still remain strong as Queens and Kings should….
REPARATION MUST BE PAID!!!
IT MUST BE PAID IN FULL!!!
WHY?
WE HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THAT PROMISE…
REMEMBER OUR FOURTY ACRES AND OUR MULE?