Sons And Daughters
(专辑: Brother's Keeper - 1990)
Young man on his way home from the
market Just enjoying a
beautiful afternoon Gets kinda dark, sun just set There's these other young men standing On the
corner, nothing to do, just hanging around They're passing out their weapons to each other: Brass knuckles, pipes, chains, half a
bricks, broken bottles, switchblades Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit 352 years hard labor in Angola prison 352 years at hard labor Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton It's where he learns the
ropes and pays with his soul For some crime he did not commit We think we're safe at home with our bumper stickers saying, "Just say no" We give up a
few freedoms here and there in the
name of a
squeaky clean America Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice They show us the
faces of hatred over and over a
new one every week Could be Manuel Noriega Could be the
Ayatollah Any old scapegoat'll do The
young man will be our sacrificial lamb Pro choice no choice We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter Pro choice no choice Slogans mean nothing To a
young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola For a
crime he did not commit It's freedom of speech, as long as you don't say too much You can't stop running water You can't kill the
fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood And don't forsake our sons and daughters You can't stop running water You can't kill the
fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood Don't forsake our sons and daughters It's freedom of speech as long as you don't say too much I
think we're all running thinking that we can hide I
think we're running trying to get away But sooner or later we gonna realize We gonna meet up with the
truth face to face