Jobalee is Heaven for Me

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95678
United States
38° 45' 49.338" N, 121° 17' 28.4856" W

Jobalee Jobalee
What happened to the slaves that they say are now free,
freedom is what they gave us when they carried us over on a boat,
stripped us of our names and washed our mouths out with soap every time we spoke...... we want to be heard
that every time a sound came out our months like a whistle or even if our lips stood still we were killed
like Emmett Till and yet we still lift every voice and sing........ our voice is loud no more will they use wips every time
our lips move or we refuse to give up our seats to the white beats that lynched and killed my people and now call us free....
We are here...... we are free.... Jobalee...... Jobalee.

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