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RAY FROM BELLE GLADE
There ain’t much you can say
About Feraris Golden, Ray
They found him hanging in that tree
The police cut him down
And the poor guy made no sound
He was as dead as any man could be
Cross the Mason-Dixon Line
Look around and you will find
How demons past have come alive
Now, there are rumours, speculations
We hear hints and accusations
Tonight demons past have come alive
Oh, America
Oh, America
You see, the white man owns the land
If you’re black you understand
Cross no line or you’ll be hanging from that tree…
It is black against white
Who’s in the wrong, who’s in the right
No way of telling when the sun’s gone down
Was he drunk? Was he doped?
Was he sliding down that slippery slope?
Why would he climb into that tree?
‘There’s no sign of a fight
It was suicide all right’
So the coroner did conclude
And the blacks don’t agree
They say the truth shall set them free…
Oh, America
Oh, America
Cross the Mason-Dixon Line
Look around and you will find
How demons past have come alive
Will they ever find their rest?
Must we heed their requests?
Will reconciliation ever come?
Oh, America
Oh, America
Had everything been all right
Between black and white
Ray’s name had never made it to the news…
Oh, America
Oh, America