Baptiste
Baptiste is not coming back
He is gone for good
ICE was always on his track
He did all he could
Baptiste mother cries, he's gone
They took him from the early dawn
His gone for good
He did all he could
He worked, he made no troible, went
To church and both tithe and rent
Baptiste is not coming back
Easy to find because he was black
Bought that house in a white place
O Baptiste was an honor to his race.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
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