Friday, November 7, 2014

WINTER IN AMERICA by Gil Scott-Heron


From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
and to the buffalo that once ruled the plain
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
looking for the rain, yes they been looking for the rain
Just like the cities that stagger on the coastline
living in a nation that just can't take much more
like the forest they buried beneath the highway
never had a chance to grow, never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter, winter in America
A time when all of the healers done been killed or betrayed
Yeah, the people know it's winter, winter in America
The truth is there ain't nobody fighting because nobody knows what to save
(brother save your soul)
Winter in America
The Constitution, a noble piece of paper, and with free society
They struggled but the died in vain
And now democracy is rag time on the corner (unemployed)
hoping that it rains, yes been hoping for some rain
I've seen the robins, perched in barren treetops watching last ditch races
marching across the floor and like the peace signs that melted in our dreams
They never had a chance to grow
It's winter, winter in America
A time when all of the healers done been killed, or they've been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, the people know, it's winter, winter in America
The truth is ain't nobody fighting, because nobody knows what to save.
And now it's winter, winter in America
A time when all of the healers done been killed, or they've been betrayed
The truth is there ain't nobody fighting 'cause nobody knows what to save

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