A Minstrel Show

Hmmm
It's a minstrel show
With faces painted black
To remove the soul
People laughing
At what they can't understand
Burying Orishas and Mawu
In the motherland

If I smile
Will you see my pain
Or will you look away
To save both our shame
Forgotten fathers
Do the ancestors weep
As mother's mourn the loss
Of a child's soul to keep

Hmmm
It's a minstrel show
With faces painted black
To remove the soul
People laughing
At what they can't understand
Burying Orishas and Mawu
In the motherland

Broken bodies
Scattered on the ground
Mocked as lazy fools
Or simple clowns
Still their spirits soar
Through their music's blues
And hearing this their masters
Wanna take that too

Hmmm
It's a minstrel show
With faces painted black
To remove the soul
People laughing
At what they can't understand
Burying Orishas and Mawu
In the motherland

And a new music forms
From a soulless embrace
Where one gives everything
And the other simply takes
And the masters smile
At sounds to make you weep
A music flowing from those that lie
Beneath their feet

Hmmm
It's a minstrel show
With faces painted black
To remove the soul
People laughing
At what they can't understand
Burying Orishas and Mawu
In the motherland

Yet they rise
The ancestors rise
The spirit of a people
Won't be bound by lies
Guiding the souls
Of the children they've found
Guiding their voices and their hands
And their hearts in sound

Yet they rise
The ancestors rise
The spirit of a people
Won't be bound by lies
Guiding the souls
Of the children they've found
Guiding their voices and their hands
And their hearts in sound
Their voices and their hands
And their hearts in sound
Their voices and their hands
And their hearts in sound



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