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about
This song is an acknowledgement of and tribute to all those who have been judged, wrongfully convicted, jailed, murdered, or otherwise oppressed, due to the color of their skin. We can rise up and change this together.
One way to do this is contributing to organizations that fight for the rights of those people. 100% of what I receive for this song will go to Portland Freedom Fund (so feel free to give more than $5 if your heart tells you to do that). They collaborate with the National Bail Out collective, and every Mother's Day they bail black mamas out of jail. I will keep this song up indefinitely and continue to forward all money to this organization so that we can get black people out of cages.
Thank you for your contribution!
Love,
Anne
lyrics
If I could have a coffee with Rubin Carter, I'd ask him how it felt
To spend 20 years in prison, with a false verdict dealt
How could they lock someone up, take him from his kin?
A decision based upon only, the color of his skin
He called this home, but home wasn't safe
The takers of this country, man, they're gonna take
We call this home, land of the free
With all the fear and the profit, it don't feel free to me
If I could have a coffee with Claudette Colvin, what would she tell me
About being hauled away at the age of 15?
For riding the bus home from school, sittin' one row past the line
Convicted of disturbing the peace, cause she wasn't white
She called this home, but home wasn't safe
The takers of this country, man, they're gonna take
We call this home, land of the free
With all the fear and the profit, it don't feel free to me
If I could have a coffee with Eric Garner, I'd say how could it be
That you died at the hands of the NYPD?
Forced to the ground and held face down, an arm around your neck
On suspicion of selling, single cigarettes
He called this home, but home wasn't safe
The takers of this country, man, they're gonna take
We call this home, land of the free
With all the fear and the profit, it don't feel free to me
If I could have a coffee with Mavis Staples, I wonder what she'd say
About the March On Washington and the changes of her day
Is she happy with the progress, would she even call it that?
Or a mask of illusion, hopes fallen flat?
We call this home, but home isn't safe
The takers of this country, man, they're gonna take
We call this home, land of the free
With all the fear and the profit, it don't feel free to me
We call this home, land of the free
With all the fear and the profit, it don't feel free to me
credits
released May 10, 2019
Recorded and mixed by Mike Coykendall in Portland, Oregon.
Coykendall also played bass, keys, and guitar. Many thanks to Mike!
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