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 took just the first Toward admittin that it had wrong on race And creativity out in all directions
From the color of the faces in songs To the hatred they all the youngsters on Once a time in this country, long ago She knew there was somethin
Because the song said yellow, red, black, and Everyone precious in the of Christ But what about the daughter of the woman their house Wasnt she a child they were about?
And if Jesus loves us black and skin Why didn't her white invite them in? When did it become a room for no blacks to in? How did she know not to ask the question?
Left lastin Adolescences gone She never thought things would change But she always there was somethin wrong
She always knew there was somethin She knew there was somethin wrong
Years later she found herself Mississippi To stop the legalized lynchin of Mr. Willie McGee But couldnt stop it, so, they thought That talk to the governor about what happened and say Were tired of bein used as an to kill black men
But the cops let em past And women they struck em as uppity So, they em all off to jail And called it protective custody
Then from her she heard her jailers grumblin about outsiders When she called him out and said she was the South They shouted, Why is a nice Southern trouble for the governor?
She said, I guess I'm not type of lady And I I'm not your type of Southerner But before you me traitor, well, its plainest just to say I was a child in but I'm ashamed of it today
She always there was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong
And all of a sudden I that I was on the other side
Imagine the world that youre within All of neighbors and family friends How you cope facin the fact The flesh on hands was tainted with sin?
She faced this day In people she saw on a regular People she in several cases People she were incredibly racist
It was painful but she never lovin them stopped callin their names And she never stopped bein a woman And she never stopped fightin for
And she saw that her struggle was in the Of ancestors aware of her It continues today, the soul of a Born of the other
She always knew there was somethin She always there was somethin wrong She knew there was somethin wrong She always knew there was wrong
What you win in the immediate is Is little compared to the effort you put it But if you see as a part Of total movement to build a new world You know what cathedral buildin you put your stone in
You do have a You don't to be a part of the world of the lynchers You can join the America is an other America