Overcome Troubles

Overcome Troubles

We have overcome troubles,
With the voice of song.
Picking cotton getting pricks,
With the sharpness of thorns.
Bowing our heads in shame,
As they put bruises on our back.
Praying to God with the power,Tears start to come back.
Neither the year nor the time,
Shall we be afraid of fear?
Listening to hatred,
For all these years of tears.
With the march of feet.
Walking down this road of justice,
Comes the races of police.
Holding our peaceful signs,
With self-respect and pride
Being shot at and spit on,
Getting beat inside of a "suppose-to-be" car ride.
Be proud my brother, my sister,
People have overcome all our troubles.
Don't worry there will be no doubles.