Simone

she moan, she sing
she song, she rattled chains
she made the caged bird sing
she endured, she tolerated, she raged
the church burned she wrote
she tore the pages, she graced
the stages, oh, how she played
the black and ivory keys
singing about our blood on the leaves
she hurt for her people
oh, how she wailed for the change
the change we need
when King died oh, how she cried
she told the truth
" This country is built on lies"
not much changed since those times
evoking the awakening thought
did we, or do we die in vein
does martyr ism change the pain
so deep, so opened wide as
the Red Sea of an opened artery
she cried while walking trough fire
 " MISSIPPI GODDAM" she proclaimed
raining hot coals on Birmingham
some say she went too far
some of us don't go far enough
she did not leave this place unscarred
her whole life was a warzone
Oh, Nina, Oh Nina...How, she moan