Evil convinces you money is life,
Did you ever reach out to grab your dream,
But it’s snatched away?
Well for me I guess it’ll be another day.
A colored people like me,
All we were taught to say ‘yes sir, no sir, sir’,
Aren’t I the best and most well trained monkey that you ever did see?
It settles the soul of a man and comforts him to walk on floors he owns,
So give a little praise sing a little song,
A place for my bones to stay.
Freedom is that dream,
But you wouldn’t know the pains in our groans and moans because you only come to watch our poor show,
Can you tell us again since you’re White,
How much happier you are than me?
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