India'Song
To much hypocracy in this old southern town for me
- To much hypocracy in this old southern town for me
- Way back in 1619 begins this tragic story
- Thrown into slavery still the crime was the color of skin
- Never to see the light of the past again
- I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
- I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
- I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
- I wanna go where the wind calls my name
- The wind is calling India India India
- It＇s the typical savanahh day so I take my guitar to the park and I play
- Sitting up under the live oak trees the strangest feeling came over me
- Is this the tree where my brother was hung
- Is this the ground where his body was burned
- God gave me the gift of song so I dedicate this one and
- Superiority who can be better than me
- Wasting precious time of racist mentality
- This is only the beginning the flesh will by pushing in days to come
- Spirit knows no color Either you＇re a hater or a lover
Yuk duet bareng aku!
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