The Heritage of a Black Man

Lyrics

[Intro] I can just about visualise The things that the brothers and the sisters had to cope with At the turn of the 18th century In Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, Mississippi As human beings in bondage I can faintly hear the voice of the one of those so-called masters [?] saying Alright you niggas, line up over there and let's see what kinda stock I bought And I can hear a mother sobbing softly for her baby But he wants to go to the big house and be raised as a good nigga And she wants to be added to a couple line of slaves headed for an auction block in New Orleans to be sold to the highest bidder I can hear the moans and groans As they work those hot fields to satisfy cause that could only mean something to the slaveowners themselves Yeah, I can see them now How they'd sit around the [?] How they'd pray for better things to come But they never were the living [?] Back to the place where they came from They raise these kids in a land of pain [?] But got what was left and sometimes nothing [?] But he's still trying to survive The pain shows in his [?] [Chorus] This is the heritage of a black man That gets no credit although he tries This is the heritage of a black man He is a man of a land of which he will die [Verse] Fights many wars as anyone [?] But when they passed out freedom they was left out on the line [?] This is not what this country is [?] [?] and justice for everyone They took away his identity And broke him up [?] [?] with his bare hands And still they treat him just like [?] [Chorus] This is the heritage of a black man That gets no credit although he tries This is the heritage of a black man He is a man of a land of which he will die