She was so afraid of everything she said Since her mother told her why once upon a time There was no rhyme Before the clock slammed another door On the weary hours we were facing a second hand Shylock Shylocked in, in on us
I saw what it had taken Playing back that old brigade of mine Everything was dirty Everything was dirty Everything was without rhyme
‘Cause me and Nigger marched Yes, me and Nigger blasted our way outta here Blasted our way out of here just like yesterday Yesterday’s streets burnt down Burned out buildings reduced to shells
And mothers weep while children sleep Like ancestors in the ground In the ground The misery of nuns crouched together like some Who do not have the taste for the battle
We are shuffled like a pack of cards, like the dead of night Like the lovers below Bataan, below the senses ‘Cause the senses smell of tears They smell of tears Like me and Nigger
Me and Nigger marched We and Nigger blasted We and Nigger marched, one two Me and Nigger blasted our way, one two three We and Nigger blasted our way out Close the door and let’s have some private light Me and Nigger one two three four five six seven Eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen Fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen Twenty twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven