What goes around, comes around
Those on top are now down
To be stepped on, abused in the same ole way
As we were in the yesterday
Saying we was only three-fourths human
But y’all couldn’t see the storm that was brewing!
Now that the thrill of it has gone away
And you have lived to rue the day
That you stole us from our Motherlands fertile ground
To be shackled, chained, beaten and drowned
By your hands
To help you steal the riches of this land
Our faith and reality has freed us from your dismal spell
Its mostly over now and you’ll find
We only wish you well!
Oh, we know, Jim Crow dies hard
Rears its ugly head like a hydra of broken glass shards
Poking, ripping and tearing when you least expect it
But we keep salving with a Love antiseptic!