My Heart Lives in Ferguson
My heart lives in Ferguson, in the streets that ran with blood
It gives a beat, for each of the feet, that walk those desperate streets
And if I make it to Ferguson, I will stand up straight and tall
And march along with my brethren and , oh, shall the mighty fall
Let us go to Ferguson, and stand us side by side
We will gather up the little ones, our living joy and pride
And when the acid burns our eyes, we shall keep them open
Know that though weak we seem, we never shall be broken
We came to you as hostages, taken from our land
And settled you us here with you, brought up by your hand
Set us free America, we are slaves no more
Yet the overseer never stays the lash, he would see us whipped and poor
Take a look at Ferguson, at the misery you have created
After all that we have done for you, we are yet still hated
Liberty and Sacrifice, we get one without the other
And when I die in your streets, who will help my Mother
Let us start with Ferguson, we have much to do
Strange Fruit blows in the breeze, and it’s all because of you
Move along America, the times they need to change
Before we all but disappear, like the Buffalo on the range
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i toss them out from time to time.