Song Description

In support of reparations for slavery. Time does not erase the debt nor obligation.

Lyrics

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Dear Miss Cecilia Brown
I did not see you suffer
It's been a hundred years
We should not wait another
So tired from tolerating, so sick of tired debating

I'm trying to feel you now
But they wanna keep it covered, with
A crooked telescope
So we can't see each other
So sick of celebrating, so tired of promise breaking

But if there's a chance that we, could race forward right away
I know there's a one for me, who won't turn the light away

So if you're going to make a wish, you're going to have to make a list
And, if we're going to make a wish, we're going to have to pay for this

That magic blackout, brush-off oxide
Hides dirt that we discover
Protect and swerve while marching to
The beating of a different runner
So tired from tolerating, so sick of tired debating

Guess it's all better now
Big win in the daily double
But they'll never bet on
The 'whores' of a different color
So sick of celebrating, so tired of promise breaking

But if there's a chance that we, could face forward right away
I know there's a sun for me, that won't burn the light away

So if you're going to make a wish, you're going to have to make a list
And if we're going to make a wish, we're going to have to pay for this

But if there's a chance that we, could race forward right away
I know there's a one for me, who won't turn the light away

So if you're going to make a wish, you're going to have to make a list
And if we're going to make a wish, we're going to have to pay for this

(c)2019 Julian Shore