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The day the Great Depression started,
five years before my father was born,
Was the selfsame day his grandmother was freed from slavery
He said they sent her away empty-handed
pissing on her their contempt and scorn

I heard tell a lot of people lost everything
when the stock market came crashing down
Many fell prey to a lot of hardship and misery
Unlike my great-gran who marched into sweet freedom
with her quiver full and her white wedding gown

Over one hundred and fifty years ago
64 years before 1929
My people were given a bag full of empty promises
after countless years of labor, we didn't get a dime
Nevertheless, at God's behest,
we were given more than we could hold
For in the end, when the saints come marching in
adorned in silver, satin and gold

It will be shown that God was our reward
It will be made known from that day forward
If a son of a slave may be permitted to speak so bold
My people received never-ending riches, truth be told

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