Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

Well you hound me
Like a dog down in your street
And you slap me down
Like a child you bore to beat

But if I go down
I ain’t goin down easy

When I rose up
When I marched up to your gates
Every time that I spoke up
You threw my ass back in jail

I ain’t gonna lay down
Ain’t gonna play your dead possum here
And I ain’t gonna stay down
While the bullets fly around my ears

I am the black blood
That stains your white pearly hands
I am my grandfather’s ghost
That rages through these lands