a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

white mule, black man - adeem the artist lyrics

Loading...

when the fair hit town
the folks came down with pockets full of jingling change to spend
kids with disabilities sold by their families
learning how to hustle down bees’n

they’d joke and rhyme, drop hat lines
while the locals jeer and chew
smoke cigarettes at sun rise
and then sleep ’til the afternoon

but if the mule don’t wake when the circus gate
starts forming lines again
well, a white mules curse means more round here
than the last words muttеred by murdered black mеn

it was sometime in the late 1800’s when the circus come to knoxville
they had a flying trapeze and some clowns but the draw was a rare white mule
and the elders said the thing fell dead and cursed the land in turn
made the businesses sensitive to unexpected instances where occasionally they would burn

when you are in possession and authority of a brick and mortar store
it is not good for it to catch on fire

now, maurice, he was a sweet young man
with coffee skin, dawning a costly grin
b*st*rd son of a politician
even known to have a handful of white girlfriends
he was not well loved by the city bulls
or fools like andy white
so that gang framed him for murder
pulled him out of bed in the middle of the night

but if the tennessee river runs red with blood
‘till the city runs white again
well, a white mules curse means more round here
than the last words muttered by murdered black men

it was in 1919 that the riot started in knoxville, tennessee
the white folk wanted a lynching so they burned city hall on what is now called market street
and the national guard got called in and set up down in the bowery
joined the mob putting bullets into black knoxvillians or chasing them out of the city

it’s disgusting isn’t it?
to think that maurice mayes’ last words
were stopped by the executioner, one last act of inhumanity
but they’s white folks worried then that a mule
had cursed their businesses to cyclical calamity

no, knoxville is haunted by ghosts
tethered by a cycle of inaction
as long as a white mule’s curse means more
than the last words muttered by murdered black men
wait, wait, wait

- adeem the artist lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...