200 years

My boys got a gun
And a head full of false promises
Fightin for freedom
Like his great-grandpa did
200 years change has come and past
Holdin on here
Still poor and black
Carrying the white revolution on our back

Chorus:
I don’t need revolution
Knockin on my door
Takin my boy and leavin
Leavin me and my baby dead
Leavin me and my baby dead

I aint gonna use the masters tools
To take down his house
Cause you can lock freedom up
In a box for awhile
But god knows
We’re gonna find a way to break her out

Chorus

What I wouldn’t give
For a clean cup of water
Cause water is freedom
And this freedom it falls from the sky
And this freedom
Flows through the veins of you and I
What I wouldn’t give…