Ghosts of Mississippi
In my sleep
I'm still running from the ghosts of mississippi
Will we ever get free
Slaves traped and haunted daily
To those who didn't make it Out
Pray for justice
May your soul rest in peace
With all this racist tension
Systemic injustice in the
United states
It started back in days in Mississippi
To the day I die
I wanta be free
Born and raised in the state of Misery
My love ones died beaten
And hung from a tree
In the state of hate
In slaved by rednecks cause of
Our light dark skin complex
In the cotton fields
I mean the killing fields
Work our fingers to
The bone
Sun up
To sun down
Tring to make it home
Dieing is too easy
Living is hard
Praying to God
Traped by shackles and
Caged by bow wirers
Emotionally and physically Scard
Big black buck's
Get broke
Now days
Shot up
They don't give 2 ya know what's
They rape and soldimiese
Their good christians in God Eyes
Praising on our demise
A racist state
Home to the codeferate flag
And the ku klux klan
Still tring to escape the ghost of
Emmett till
It give me chills
Blood in the fields
Spilled
For years
Leached by the all white mob
Discriminated on at the job
My stories are sad
No time to sob
My wife is getting raped by Billy bob
Just tring to survive
The pain is numb
Masta so dirty he beat us with Molasses
On the wip
Or tie us up
Pour honey on our skin
Than release the bye hive
The innocents been gone
The hate is real
No common scene
They practice the art of respect
Like jay prince
They proven not guilty by
A all white jury
Nobody to stand for our Defense
A haterit judge sit on the bench
The tears fall
So many are dead and gone
Murdered
Dragged out their home
Stories like this happen all the Time
Till this day
Injustice go on
That's why the ghosts of mississippi
Will forever live on
I'm still running from the ghosts of mississippi
Will we ever get free
Slaves traped and haunted daily
To those who didn't make it Out
Pray for justice
May your soul rest in peace
With all this racist tension
Systemic injustice in the
United states
It started back in days in Mississippi
To the day I die
I wanta be free
Born and raised in the state of Misery
My love ones died beaten
And hung from a tree
In the state of hate
In slaved by rednecks cause of
Our light dark skin complex
In the cotton fields
I mean the killing fields
Work our fingers to
The bone
Sun up
To sun down
Tring to make it home
Dieing is too easy
Living is hard
Praying to God
Traped by shackles and
Caged by bow wirers
Emotionally and physically Scard
Big black buck's
Get broke
Now days
Shot up
They don't give 2 ya know what's
They rape and soldimiese
Their good christians in God Eyes
Praising on our demise
A racist state
Home to the codeferate flag
And the ku klux klan
Still tring to escape the ghost of
Emmett till
It give me chills
Blood in the fields
Spilled
For years
Leached by the all white mob
Discriminated on at the job
My stories are sad
No time to sob
My wife is getting raped by Billy bob
Just tring to survive
The pain is numb
Masta so dirty he beat us with Molasses
On the wip
Or tie us up
Pour honey on our skin
Than release the bye hive
The innocents been gone
The hate is real
No common scene
They practice the art of respect
Like jay prince
They proven not guilty by
A all white jury
Nobody to stand for our Defense
A haterit judge sit on the bench
The tears fall
So many are dead and gone
Murdered
Dragged out their home
Stories like this happen all the Time
Till this day
Injustice go on
That's why the ghosts of mississippi
Will forever live on
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Writer(s): Charles Baldwin
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