Plantation

Pride boy It got the best of your mind pour Thoughts of the artillery They gonna leave you crying down on a bended knee Bright boy You give them a reason to die for Think they been beaten in fire But you can never turn your back on them Blind boy All colors bend and breathe All kinds of slavery What kind you give to me? Chorus Sitting in the sun of the plantation My forefathers roots were down there And they're putting up fools in that station Where they put our rows in the dirt Where the battle flag flies in the air Sitting in the sun of the plantation Our forefathers roots were down there And they're putting up walls to erase them Its no better than a trail of tears Give them all a way home Deep at the bottom they forget us They work in burning sun no promise to get better My old grandfather could be bitter Can't get it brighter when the darker man can't get up Beaten and left them in the litter Even the dog can run to water and eat supper And it's a worldwide ghetto They see the fruits from all the sweaters Chorus Fighters Raise up your hands with your lighters We gonna reach for each survivor And take them off the plantation Blind boy All colors bend and breathe All kinds of slavery What kind you give to me? Chorus Give them all a way home You don't hear at all It's the calm before the storm With a guitar we've a song warning you Give them all a way home