Overcome
We shall overcome someday
The negro chant and pray
On bended knee, head bowed
Pain traced across each brow
Head bowed not daring to look up
For massa’s work needs be done
Shining, polishing, cleaning
Passing this tool to our son
Contemptible old fool
Not even aware
You are ol’ massa’s tool
Check yourself, if you dare

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Facts!!!! The truth spoken!
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Thank you, my brother.
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