Fiddy Cents
Raise up the oars,
get ready to row
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
start rocking the boat
Lay down the law,
be on the swivel scold
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
ropes are tightening throats
Don’t kill the messenger
bringing the bad news
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
you got nothing to lose
Night of the reaper,
death is on a grim prowl
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
your life has been sold out
Try to circle the square,
make bad geometry do good trig
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
Six feet ain’t deep enough to dig
Holla conspiracy loud,
as the cell door slams to your cage
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
new guineas be squealing with rage
Raise up the oars,
it’s a go on the freedom revolt
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
slaves are overturning the boat
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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