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