Is'e Stand In The Church Yard, By The Grave, Aint Go Run Know More
I'se Stand In The Church Yard Grave I'se Stand In The
Church Yard Grave I walk through the churchyard to lay this body down; Lord the strips Off my cause just being
a Blackman, Da' defense of my will just twitters and fall; My tribes that comes through me genes,
I can't
plead their cause, Lord the image That I represent upon de earth, The battles that I fight within self, The hell
confines my image of man
Lord I ready to lay down, my soul Has been killed, and my treasures, have been Demise
the thought of I being a man. I know the night shall pass on, I know the morning when it calls,
Da' woman
that I love, raped and bound, I'se lest than De man, as the devil steals all I own. I'll lie in the grave and stretch
out my arms, I'll go to judgment, I'se already dead, my soul has no Form to hold, nevertheless, I walk as a man, talk
as a man,
But who is man? Who cannot defend his woman and Chilean? As the slave master, claims it all, in
the evening of the day, And my soul and thy soul shall meet that day, When I lay this body down. haunting echo
of these weird old cries, I'se man, the soul of the black slave, I speak as a man Ever since I leave my mama womb,
Born in slavery, without permission Of what I wont to be, I was a child these songs, Mama in the fields,
daddy being whip for Being black as me, I'se ready to dye, Have stirred me in the darkness of my way. They came
out of the South unknown to me,
One by one, Negroes dye upon the tree, and yet at once, I'se see me as a black
man, De master took me from my mama arms,
I knew them as of me and of mine, Oh a cowardly deformity I
represent, the tears Upon my woman eyes, oh the bitter taste of brim As they raped my baby at ten, Man could never
understand my prey, O, lord God, I have felt the pain of the cross, full of the voices of my brothers and sisters
born this side the seas I'll hear the trumpet sound in that morning Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
song of the End and the Beginning My Lord calls me, He calls me by the dark of the eve'ning The trumpet sounds
it in my soul.
I lay upon the darken ground Lord takes my soul; What is man, when the devil stands Before
your land, and the white hooded Horse, and men, with mask, keep you In your place, but de lord is master, I live
below the grounds of the devil Lord will fight my battle I shall stand tall as a man
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