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He's The Man


Jim Crow was a bad man He ruled through out the Southern lands There he existed on the walls To impose terror and fear but he sparked a cause While segregation was in power and fame A man in New York was planning to stop the reign. The power of the pen was his amo and arsenal This man we call Thurgood Marshall The powers of the NAACP were trying to be withheld Thurgood's intelligence casting a spell The power of his truth was astounding in his linguistic spurts The power of the law was the ball in his court His skilled proved to be divine Granting the right of equality to the Little Rock Nine Eventually leading to the event of all time The day that Jim Crow's reign had finally died
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