Blackened History

Pardon me, Mister tell me
What you’re really talkin’ about?
Tell me ‘bout the murder
Won’t you, tell me ‘bout the drought
I won’t waste another minute
On your last breath of bitterness

Won’t you tell me… tell me, tell me now

Tell me ‘bout the flood
Tell me ‘bout the slaves
How you drenched their land
With your ink stained tongue

Won’t you tell me… tell me, tell me how

After hundreds of years
Don’t you second guess
Why should truth flow
Under such duress

Won’t you tell me… tell me, tell me how

Oh, tell me ‘bout the children
Won’t you, tell me ‘bout the caves
Oh, tell me ‘bout the shackles
And their dismay

Tell me… tell me how
Tell me… tell me now

Speak up Mister, what are you really hiding now?
Where’d the Women go?
Have you heard the People cry?
That Blind Man sings on the corner, was that really a crime?
After losing sight, didn’t he pay his fines?

Tell me now, Tell me how
Tell me now, Tell me how

Pardon me, Mister, Mister
Won’t you take the time?
I’m telling you, change ain’t clanging in your pocket-line

Oh, tell me… tell me, tell me now
Can… can you hear me now?
Can… can you hear me now? 

Oh, Mister won’t you take the time
Go on and tell me, tell me how
Go on and tell me, tell me now

 

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