Ferguson - Shawn Mullins

All of ye fallen, fathers and mothers

I hear you callin, from deep in your graves.

Songs about Jesus, songs about freedom,

Shackles and crosses, and the way blood behaves.

Sailed the great ocean, sold down the river,

White fields of cotton, and great fields of cain.

The sweat from my body, the tears of our children,

Washed in the blood, and the promise land rain.

A brother fought brother, on ground we now hallow,

Said hallelujahs, the angels did sing.

The promise is buried, and fields that lay fallow.

The bell is still broken, so let freedom ring.

All the dreams of the dreamers, oh misbegotten.

Cause momma’s still cryin, for the dyin and dead.

And the war rages on, and the whole thing is rotten.

And the blood we all bleed, is the same shade of red.