Master ate the best parts,
we ate what was left
Master's men drank with merry hearts,
we put the bottles back on the shelf
We dusted,
we swept,
we cleaned
There wasn't nothing we didn't do,
we did every blessed thing
We picked,
we plowed,
we sowed
And for all of our hard labor, we got nothing
Four hundred years back pay is what we're owed
We got grand fathered,
we got Jim Crowed,
we got KKK'ed
We felt the whip,
we felt the rope,
we felt the sickle blade
We've had heaped on us nothing but
hatred, vexation and scorn
I guess to be someone's effigy
is the reason why we were born

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