Wounded since birth, bread to listen and respect the church;
Baptist is the foundation, racist is the nation, and
I'm a thorn-crowned negro,
So I'm a king by blood,
A slave by nature, and
a renegade from childhood pain;
Over Scarlett seas underneath the copper sun
rest the heart of a negro carrying heavy iron chains
with dreams of the sound of steal on stone,
plunging my soul, while pleading for truth on bent knees, and
when I rose I found that I'm a Negro destine for God's Light