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early graves - house nigger lyrics

hang me. hang me. hang me from a tree. hang me

your father would see me swing. just like his father before him
so don your white hood mask just like your fathers and their fathers before them
my black skin is scarred by whips and chains and everything you force yourself to hide behind
jim crow
you’re born slaves in the eyes of our blue eyed god
jim crow
get in line for the welfare lines
jim crow
don’t you wish your skin was white like mine?
so sing and dance my blackfaced son and earn those pennies that they throw at you
the legacy of vultures follows them (in shadows) to their god of the burning cross that lives in their eyes (and rips with their hands)
jim crow
you’re born slaves in the eyes of our blue eyed god
jim crow
get in line for the welfare lines
jim crow
don’t you wish your skin was white like mine?
jim crow
for all you’ve felt, for all you’ve seen, for all you’ve thought
you don’t know what sorrow means. you’ve never seen shame in your mother’s eyes. you don’t know a thing you white vultures
pass the noose to your son to his son to his son

- early graves lyrics

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