What Ive realized is That it is a very process But it is not Its the world
That what really in the '60s Was that this country took just the step Toward admittin that it had been wrong on And creativity out in all directions
From the color of the faces in songs To the hatred raised all the youngsters on Once a time in this country, long ago She knew there was wrong
Because the said yellow, red, black, and white Everyone precious in the path of But what about the daughter of the woman cleanin house Wasnt she a child were singin about?
And if loves us black and white skin Why didn't her mother invite them in? When did it become a room for no to step in? How did she already not to ask the question?
Left lastin Adolescences gone She never things would ever change But she always there was somethin wrong
She always there was somethin wrong She knew there was somethin wrong
Years she found herself Mississippi bound To stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie McGee But they couldnt it, so, they thought That theyd talk to the about what happened and say Were tired of bein as an excuse to kill black men
But the cops let em past And women they struck em as uppity So, they hauled em all off to And they it protective custody
Then her cell she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders When she him out and said she was from the South They shouted, Why is a Southern lady Makin trouble for the
She said, I guess I'm not type of lady And I I'm not your type of Southerner But you call me traitor, well, its plainest just to say I was a in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today
She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong
And all of a sudden I realized that I was on the other
Imagine the world that youre within All of your and family friends How would you cope facin the The flesh on their hands was tainted with
She this every day In she saw on a regular basis People she loved in several People she knew were incredibly
It was painful but she stopped lovin them stopped callin their names And she never stopped a Southern woman And she never stopped for change
And she saw that her was in the tradition Of ancestors never of her It continues today, the of a Southerner Born of the other
She always there was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong She knew there was somethin wrong She knew there was somethin wrong
you win in the immediate battles is Is little compared to the effort you put it But if you see that as a Of this movement to build a new world You know what you're buildin When you put stone in
You do a choice You don't have to be a part of the of the lynchers You can join the other There is an America