by Poet Sheba

Look into my face
They hate because of my race
They were taught that fair skin was in
And that Black was a sin
But when they cut me, I bleed red
Just like my ancestors before me who lie dead
When the Klan burned crosses at their door
All they could do to stay alive was to lie on the floor
Take it back a notch
They raped our women, and afterwards drank some scotch
The children were stolen from their families and sold
They had no choice, but to do what they are told
While our men slaved in the field, picking cotton
That shit was dirty, foul and rotten
Fast forward to the future
And we have the upperhand
We will make them get up and slave the land
Letís see how they like it if we switch it around
Fuck you, we are pulling together and standing our ground
We stand for our dead
We stand for those who we have read
We stand for our rights
We stand for getting our men and women out who are locked up for the 
political fights
We stand

Stand by Poet Sheba

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