Only A Pawn In Their Game ...A South politician preaches to the poor white man You got more than blacks, dont complain Youre better than them, you been born with white skin they explain And the Negros name Is used it is plain For the politicians gain As he rises to fame And the poor white remains On the caboose of the train But it aint him to blame Hes only a pawn in their game. The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid And the marshals and cops get the same But the poor white mans used in the hands of them all like a tool Hes taught in his school From the start by the rule That the laws are with him To protect his white skin To keep up his hate So he never thinks straight Bout the shape that hes in But it aint him to blame Hes only a pawn in their game. From the powerty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks And the hoof beats pound in his brain And hes taught how to walk in a pack Shoot in the back With his fist in a clinch To hang and to lynch To hide neath the hood To kill with no pain Like a dog on a chain He aint got no name But it aint him to blame Hes only a pawn in their game. Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught They lowered him down as a king But when the shadowy sun sets on the one That fired the gun Hell see by his grave On the stone that remains Carved next to his name His epitaph plain: Only a pawn in their game. youtube/watch?v=d1QFs0lD2PA
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 06:31:18 +0000