Mama Say Poem by Greg Gaul

Sundays we hears de preacher's prays
Hopes ends on ropes, swings 'n sways
Gots ya nothin' jus' coz yer black

Laws gets bent but ya pays no mind
Give up tryin', no peace ta find
Gots ya nothin' jus' coz yer black

Three fifths human ain't enough
Dat yoke's too heavy, way too tough
Gots ya nothin' jus' coz yer black

Whitey gettin' mo, always will
He don't care if blood does spill
Gots ya nothin' jus' coz yer black

Forget 'bout de chillun ages past
They growd up broken, if they last
Gots ya nothin' jus' coz yer black

Sorry baby, I done no good
Best not born in this neighborhood
I tried to do de best I could
Gots ya nothin' coz yer Mamas black