Jesse Oris Farrow
You poison my sweet waters you cut down my green trees
And the food you feed my children is the cause of their ill disease
Our world is slowly falling and the air is not fit to breathe
And those of us who care enough we’ve got to do something
Our newspapers they’re just having us on
They never tell us the whole story
They just put our young ideas down
I was just wondering if this was the end of our power and glory
I worked in your factories I studied in your schools
I lingered in your prison in your unemployment too
I can feel the future trembling as the word gets passed around
If you stand up for what you believe in be prepared to be shot down
What will you do about me?
What will you do about me?
I feel like a stranger in the land where I was born
I feel like an outlaw always on the run
You’ve got me always on the run
Your soldiers break the laws you make you don’t put them behind bars
Most of what you teach them to do is against your very own laws
We are fugitives from injustice we are going to be free
Plastic bullets and internment don’t do the things we need
I know that you are the stronger now but my time will come around
You keep adding to my numbers as you shoot my people down
I can feel the future trembling as the word gets passed around
We will stand up for what we believe in we are prepared to be shot down