Pamela Means - The Devil's Henchmen Lyrics

hate on the trigger is a deafening sound
faggot nigger hit the ground
a day in the life of the great machine
men in hoods of white parade in the street
another mistrial after murdering
a black man
a black man
i don't think they're done
i don't think they're done
i don't think they're done
hangin' us by the neck
lynching comes in subtle flavor
drugs and guns and heavy labor
you might get parole or a Ph.D.
with selectively doled out opportunity
bought and sold for centuries
freedom comes but it ain't free
i don't think they're done
i don't think they're done
i don't think they're done
hangin' us by the neck