Reed (my lips) Walters

By the web prospector

My name is Reed Walters and Aa’m here to say,

y’all forget them nooses, our white boys must play.

Y’all forget the lynchings and beatin’s and rapes.

And lives that were broken, on southern landscapes

It’s in-a-pro-priate behavior you see

For you all to protest up under that tree.

Don’t ch’all forget the words that I spoke,

Now y’all gettin’ too uppity, over a joke.

I don’t want to hear of these nooses you see

And furthermore folks, let’s get rid of this tree

No more talk about nooses, not ever again

If you do do, Ill just finish your life with my pen.

Now you three young hoodlums, that took that mans gun

You’re gonna be punished for spoilin’ his fun

You can’t jus take someones own propty ya see

You must learn your lesson, about that, from me.

A black boy was beat at a party you say?

And just what was he doin’, over that way?

Well never you mind, weren’t no real harm done

I’m sure that the youngsters wuz jus havin’ fun.

Looky here, oh my God, look what you done did.

You done brutally assaulted this poor young white kid

More like murdered or tried to it seems like to me.

(If we still had the nooses, if we still had the tree)

Well we do have the court and I’ve got this here pen

Y’all boys ain’t gon never see daylight again

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