Born and bred in Georgia,
A drawl weighs down its speech
Blotches of red contrast its fragile softened skin
Redder than the softened clay that swirls beneath my feet
Well, the old Judge came along and shook it down
What cannot be reached is always brought down by force
His body is the law; his head is the lord
–If the lord is above the law,
Why do his hands reach above his head?
New bills are drawn, new rights are wronged
New bills are drawn, new rights are wronged
New bills are drawn, new rights are wronged
(Hoods and cloaks)
(Obscure your face)
(Hide your life behind your morals)
This fruit tastes strange, its skin is raw
How can they so easily swallow it down?
(with compliments to Meeropol/Allan and Holiday)
