Riding
For Freedom
Living
in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back
The
world was divided between white and black
It
seemed forever we were under attack
Living
in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back
I
was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
What else was there to do?
I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
All
I could do was think about you
Lead
Belly sung the blues about Mississippi Rivers
One
too many martyrs I’m missing Medgar Evers
Freedom
is easy to say but it’s bought with blood
One
day good sir these rivers are going to flood
I
was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
What else was there to do?
I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
All
I could do was think about you
The
good die young unless God got a special plan
Children
can’t help to grow into a woman or man
Why
do they always forget the life of the young?
Like
signing a song forgetting the verses sung
I
was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
What else was there to do?
I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
All
I could do was think about you
We
fell in love against impossible odds
They’ll
never make it so said the gods
But
Love has a mind of its own
And
Love is the finest thing known
So
here the story ends but there’s much more to write
One
day the darkness will be turned into light
Jesus
was crucified but the tomb is empty today
I’m
still riding and I’ll be riding no matter what they say
I
was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
What else was there to do?
I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom
All
I could do was think about you
POET TO THE POOR, REVOLUTIONARY POETRY
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