Mama wore red to deny my blues
My Mama wore red to deny my blues
Blues born of whiteness that defines the rules
We had the talk, my Mama and I
Said we had the talk, my Mama and I
Son, you need to learn the game, if you don’t wanna die
Kneel before Jesus, then you kneel upon me
Lawd! you kneel before Jesus, how can you kneel upon me?
Crushing weight of centuries, prone limb of the hanging tree
But times have changed, things can never stay the same
Yes, things done changed, they can never stay the same—NO!
Though the oceans flow with blood, ancient drums call out my name
Old rugged cross, a void, an inflated tear,
raised fist, a defiant stare