Stand up and break the man's hold,
Too long have you given him, the black man's own.
By stealing your great Gran Daddy's own,
He made himself a big bag a black gold.
Now you don't have to be brave, nut you gotta be bold.
You got to pick sense from the crap you been told.
You gotta take a stand and fight like a man,
Or your life won't be worth one grain of sand.
'Cause your woman needs clothes,
And your baby needs food.
You need shelter from the rain,
And shoes for your feet.
Come on and break the hold -
Or soon you gonnan find,
You don't own your soul.
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