Only A Pawn In Their Game
Ton : CEnglish
A bGullet fCrom th/Be bac/Ak of Ga bush tooCk Medgar /BEvers/A' blooGd.
A fGinger fiCred the trigg/Ber to D/Ahis name.
A/C /BhandlGe hiCd ouBt inA the Gdark
A hCand set the sGpark
Two eCyes took the aGim
BehCind a man's bGrain
But hCe can't be bGlamed
He's oGnly Ba paCwn iDn thCeir BgameG.
A SGouth politBmician Ampreaches to the Cpoor white Gman
"You got mGore than the bClacks dBon't comDplain.
YCou'rBe beGtter than tChem you been bBorn with AwhiteG skin" Cthey eGxplain.
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs the soldiers the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
Today Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
BCut wBhen the Gshadowy Csun Gsets on the Cone
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.