Birmingham, 1963…
a blue-eyed boy on safe ground just like me…
can you hear those screams comin over that mountain?
the sound of supremacy forced on thousands…
Can we recall
when hearts haven’t changed at all?
when hate reigns in rings of fire,
and genocide is still alive…
James Byrd, can you hear me cryin?
a white boy in Alabama—head down tryin
to figure out why they might do it to you…
three up front, prowlin like animals do…
string him up behind the truck, forty miles an hour
run it red so the nigger can feel your white power
Can we recall
when hearts haven’t changed at all?
when hate reigns in rings of fire,
and genocide is still alive…
In Sudan there’s a western fire burnin…
a child’s eyes wide, watchin barrels turning…
they’ll stake claim inside of your wife and daughter,
a bullet in the head for the government’s honor…
Can we recall
when hearts haven’t changed at all?
when hate reigns in rings of fire,
and genocide is still alive…
a blue-eyed boy on safe ground just like me…
can you hear those screams comin over that mountain?
the sound of supremacy forced on thousands…
Can we recall
when hearts haven’t changed at all?
when hate reigns in rings of fire,
and genocide is still alive…
James Byrd, can you hear me cryin?
a white boy in Alabama—head down tryin
to figure out why they might do it to you…
three up front, prowlin like animals do…
string him up behind the truck, forty miles an hour
run it red so the nigger can feel your white power
Can we recall
when hearts haven’t changed at all?
when hate reigns in rings of fire,
and genocide is still alive…
In Sudan there’s a western fire burnin…
a child’s eyes wide, watchin barrels turning…
they’ll stake claim inside of your wife and daughter,
a bullet in the head for the government’s honor…
Can we recall
when hearts haven’t changed at all?
when hate reigns in rings of fire,
and genocide is still alive…
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