The Sword
These lyrics may go back in time, but have we really made progress as a civil society.
The white owners, and bosses of the U.S. Southern states abused black slaves at will on their Plantations. One owner crossed the line one too many times and got what was coming to him.
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It's a crazy old day
It's a lazy old day
laying on the couch
being such a grouch
dog at my feet
dreaming of a bone
the wife is going
to town
Chorus
Live by the sword
die by the sword
Don't cry when
it is over
You take a life
you lose your own
Black lives really matter
Yes, black lives really matter
The cotton pickings over
the slaves are
going away
I keep the maid Lucinda
she gives me
what I want
My wife is
none the wiser
Chorus
Live by the sword
die by the sword
Don't cry when
it is over
You take a life
you lose your own
Black lives really matter
Yes, black lives really matter
She is now with child
let's go for a ride
I shoot the negro girl
The slaves have had enough
my wife is at the window
they hang me from a tree
they cut my penis off
before the noose is tightened
Chorus
Live by the sword
die by the sword
Don't cry when
it is over
You take a life
you lose your own
Black lives really matter
Yes, black lives really matter
© Edward McBride 2021