What Ive realized is That it is a very process But it is not Its the world
That what happened in the '60s Was that this country just the first step Toward admittin that it had been on race And burst out in all directions
From the of the faces in Sunday songs To the hatred they all the youngsters on Once a time in this country, long ago She knew there was somethin
the song said yellow, red, black, and white Everyone precious in the path of But what about the daughter of the cleanin their house Wasnt she a they were singin about?
And if Jesus loves us black and skin Why didn't her mother invite them in? When did it become a room for no blacks to in? How did she already not to ask the question?
Left impressions Adolescences comforts She never thought would ever change But she always knew was somethin wrong
She knew there was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin
Years later she found herself bound To help stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie But they stop it, so, they thought That theyd talk to the about what happened and say Were of bein used as an excuse to kill black men
But the wouldnt let em past And these women they em as uppity So, they em all off to jail And they called it custody
Then her cell she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders When she called him out and said she was 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 guess I'm not your type of But before you call me traitor, well, its just to say I was a child in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it
She knew there was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong She knew there was somethin wrong She always there was somethin wrong
And all of a I realized that I was on the other side
Imagine the world youre standin within All of neighbors and family friends How you cope facin the fact The flesh on their hands was with sin?
She faced every day In people she saw on a basis People she in several cases she knew were incredibly racist
It was painful but she never stopped lovin stopped callin their names And she never stopped a Southern woman And she stopped fightin for change
And she saw that her struggle was in the Of ancestors never of her It today, the soul of a Southerner Born of the other
She always knew there was wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin She always knew was somethin wrong
What you win in the immediate is Is little to the effort you put into it But if you see that as a Of this total movement to build a new You know what cathedral you're When you put your in
You do have a You don't have to be a of the world of the lynchers You can join the other There is an other