The Devil's in the White City
Drenched our Angels in red
Never help us when we Bleed
More Power telling how we Bled
It led to the Blues, the Blues those Angels sang loud
In the field of Plantations, Sun hiding behind clouds
To foreshadow the Unexpected, when one really would be Proud
But was it really to our advantage? Did we trade in Titles for Crowns?
Those Amending Amendments really did make a change
Instead of hanging us with Ropes, the locked us up with Chains!
Oh! Put shackles on my feet and see how I Run
For President that is, your 44’s my Number 1
But they still bashed the Rose that rose from the concrete
“He ain’t did nothing for Blacks!” “He never did nothing for me!”
Oh how selfish can we be? And how blind we can’t see
It’s time to regain Power , not bathe in Pity
Is 1 whole President supposed to save an entire culture
Who couldn't’t build a vision even if they were the sculptors?
Are we lazy like they say ? Do we have any ambition?
Oh I think the last of it was just shot with The Devil’s ammunition.