There once lived a man who lived life at low
This man never experienced life to even know
It's the seed that he sowed
That allowed him to be called Jim Crow
We all know of Mr. Crow but is he dead?
His message is still widespread
In our nation's figureheads
Dread
I dread the day when my brother asks of Crow
And I'll say, " Brother it was a day when America hit a new low"
They didn't know how to deal
A situation was arising it got real
They had to deal with a sleeping giant
And in every way she was defiant
She let Crow know his days were numbered
Right before she sent him into a deep slumber
For years it stayed that way
Until one day he arose from the grave
Today we see the kin of Jim
People who actually claim to know him
Running around calling everyone boy
I don't know how long I can take it because I'm getting annoyed
By this little kid calling me boy
The boy with no knowledge raped of his purity
Now they walk around calling everyone "needy"
When I'm doing nothing but feeding
The mind of the invisible
So they are able to take down the scarecrows of life
So they can fight with words not a knife
Life we all know
Has high and low roads
These are all issues that we all know
And that's the life story of Jim Crow