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The Rise of the Black Messiah

They called you the rise of the black messiah like so many boys before you
And they’ll be more, more to follow threatening and hard to swallow

I’m sitting underneath the hanging tree-me and the ghost of the KKK
Poor man’s gallows in the middle of the wood-saddest tree that ever stood

My friend you tell of slavery’s end but have you heard of mass incarceration
That ol Jim Crow just keeps getting born with a new hanging rope for the black man’s scourge

Hey Ol Man River what do you know of that plantation they call Angola?
The devil spawned a prison there- the saddest farm that ever lived

Your great granddaddy he worked that land with shackles on his feet and hands
He built them levees he chopped that cane he died in the mud in his chains
Now you stand where he once stood -shackles on you all the same

But he’s gonna rise, yeah he’s gonna rise and all them lynchers are gonna be damned
When outta that mud walks a brand new man

They call you The Rise of the Black Messiah and said they’d do any damn thing they could to keep ya-
You and your brothers from spreading the word- the gospel of freedom and the black man’s worth.

40 years in solitary, consider the man that they just can’t bury
I got this letter in my hand, saying tell this story when you can

He’s gonna rise, he’s gonna rise and all them lynchers are gonna be damned
When outta that hole walks a brand new man

-Amy Ray-



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