So I work at this factory called Master Brand cabinets in Talladega. It's a heavy labor job and I'm just here until school starts back up for spring semester.
I work with these two other white guys in my section loading cabinets, wrapping em up and preparing them for shipping.
I felt an old song burning deep down in my soul about this job so I expressed my self.
"Oh Freedom, oh freedom over me.
Before I be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave.
And go home to my Lord and be free."
I work with these two other white guys in my section loading cabinets, wrapping em up and preparing them for shipping.
I felt an old song burning deep down in my soul about this job so I expressed my self.
"Oh Freedom, oh freedom over me.
Before I be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave.
And go home to my Lord and be free."
My co workers stopped their convo and got real quiet as I sang.
I added on
"White man, white man
Make me weep.
Make em stop breathing
Whilst they sleep
Oh Freedom"
The look on their faces
One asked me why I started singing that. I said because of these working conditions. It stirred up a fire in my belly and I had to express my frustration.
Isn't that racist he asked.
I asked him if it made them mad or uncomfortable and timidly they said nah.
I added on
"White man, white man
Make me weep.
Make em stop breathing
Whilst they sleep
Oh Freedom"
The look on their faces
One asked me why I started singing that. I said because of these working conditions. It stirred up a fire in my belly and I had to express my frustration.
Isn't that racist he asked.
I asked him if it made them mad or uncomfortable and timidly they said nah.
let the games begin
@ the lyrics to those songs