Soul Custody歌詞

Flobots - Anne Braden
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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From the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
Once upon in this country long ago
She knew there was something wrong
Because the song said "Yellow, Red, Black, and White"
Everyone precious in the path of Christ
But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singing about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not the ask the question?
Left lasting impressions, adolescence comforts gone
She never thought things would ever change but
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
Years later she found herself
Mississippi bound to help
Stop the legalized lynching of
Mr. Willy McGee
But they couldn't stop it
So they thought that they'd talk to the governor about what happened
And say "We're tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men"
But the cops wouldn't let 'em past and
These women they struck 'em as uppity
So they hauled them all off to jail
And they called it protective custody
And from her cell she heard her jailors grumblin' about outsiders
When she called them out and said she was from the South they shouted:
"Why is a nice southern lady makin' trouble for the governor?"
She said "I guess I'm not your type of lady,
and I guess I'm not your type of Southerner
But before you call me traitor, well its plainest just to say
I was a child in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today."
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
Imagine the world that you're standing within
All of your neighbors, your family friends
How would you cope facing the fact
The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
She faced this every day
People she saw on a regular basis
People she loved in several cases
People she knew were incredibly racist
It was painful, but she never stopped lovin' them
Never stopped calling their names
And she never stopped being a Southern Woman
And she never stopped fighting for change
And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition of ancestors never aware of her
It continues today, the soul of a Southerner
Born of the Other America
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong
She always knew there was something wrong