I heard 'em say that my good friend was black and poor
I heard 'em say that if we talked they shoot him more
I said we might look reckless but we're not helpless
We may look ragged, because we have been torn
We're not afraid, of your kind, yeah, anymoreI heard 'em say that if we leave they should lock the door
I heard 'em say they could do what they done before
I said we might look reckless but we're not helpless
We may look ragged because we have been torn
We're not afraid of your kind, yeah, anymore
Now this man took my hands and tied them up
Then he drug my good friend behind his truck
I said I might look worthless but I'm not helpless
I may look ragged because I have been torn
I'm still not afraid of your kind, yeah, anymore
