What Ive realized is That it is a painful process But it is not Its the deliberation
That what really in the '60s Was that this took just the first step admittin that it had been wrong on race And creativity burst out in all
From the color of the faces in Sunday To the hatred they raised all the on Once upon a time in this country, ago She there was somethin wrong
Because the song said yellow, red, black, and Everyone in the path of Christ But about the daughter of the woman cleanin their house Wasnt she a child they singin about?
And if Jesus us black and white skin Why her white mother invite them in? When did it become a room for no blacks to in? How did she know not to ask the question?
lastin impressions Adolescences comforts She never thought would ever change But she always knew there was wrong
She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong
Years later she herself Mississippi bound To stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie McGee But they couldnt stop it, so, thought That theyd talk to the governor about happened and say Were tired of bein used as an excuse to kill men
But the cops wouldnt let em And women they struck em as uppity So, hauled em all off to jail And called it protective custody
Then from her cell she heard her grumblin about outsiders When she called him out and said she was from the They shouted, Why is a nice lady trouble for the governor?
She said, I I'm not your 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 always knew there was wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin She always there was somethin wrong
And all of a sudden I realized I was on the other side
Imagine the world youre standin within All of your and family friends How would you cope the fact The flesh on their hands was tainted with
She faced this day In people she saw on a regular People she in several cases People she knew were incredibly
It was painful but she stopped lovin them stopped callin their names And she never stopped bein a Southern And she stopped fightin for change
And she saw that her struggle was in the Of ancestors aware of her It continues today, the soul of a of the other America
She always there was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was somethin
you win in the immediate battles is Is little compared to the effort you put it But if you see as a part Of this movement to build a new world You know cathedral you're buildin you put your stone in
You do have a You don't have to be a of the world of the lynchers You can join the America There is an America