Sit down and let me tell my story
Sit down and listen to my song
Sit down and let me tell my story
about repression under old glory
Don't tell me about the red, white and blue
What's it ever done for me and you
Don't tell me about the Bill of Rights
What about the crosses burnin in the night
This is a story 'bout a sister
Eleanor Bumpurs was her name
This is a story 'bout her murder
and a people filled with rage
This is a story 'bout Miami
Young black men who lost their lives
This is a story for their families
their children and their lives
This is a story for every promise
broken promise, that's been made
This is a story for every life
Every life that's been taken away
This is a story 'bout a people
fighting against the Klan
This is a story ' bout a people
united to take a stand
This is a story servin notice
that these murderers cannot hide
This is a story given warnin
that they'll pay for their crimes
When you think about the children
whose lives have been taken away
When you think about the martyrs
the martyrs who have been slain
Dry your eyes, take a stand
struggle will ease your pain
Dry your eyes, take a stand
struggle will ease your pain...
Sit down and listen to my song
Sit down and let me tell my story
about repression under old glory
Don't tell me about the red, white and blue
What's it ever done for me and you
Don't tell me about the Bill of Rights
What about the crosses burnin in the night
This is a story 'bout a sister
Eleanor Bumpurs was her name
This is a story 'bout her murder
and a people filled with rage
This is a story 'bout Miami
Young black men who lost their lives
This is a story for their families
their children and their lives
This is a story for every promise
broken promise, that's been made
This is a story for every life
Every life that's been taken away
This is a story 'bout a people
fighting against the Klan
This is a story ' bout a people
united to take a stand
This is a story servin notice
that these murderers cannot hide
This is a story given warnin
that they'll pay for their crimes
When you think about the children
whose lives have been taken away
When you think about the martyrs
the martyrs who have been slain
Dry your eyes, take a stand
struggle will ease your pain
Dry your eyes, take a stand
struggle will ease your pain...
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