Keep Georgia on Your Mind

The palms are putting on their green again,

Where white men are still frightened by the shade of skin.

The long day's sun is sinking into waves of mystery,

While he's lacing up his steel toed shoes of Black History.

There's a warm breeze blowing through these Golden Isles;

There's a man of color who's been running for a million miles.

Strapped on his back is the weight of injustice and fear,

But he runs, and he runs for the ones who don't hear,

That freedom's just another word not meant for his kind.

God, please, keep Georgia on your mind.

He was a hometown pride, the black boy-next-door,

Blindsided by by what hatred had in store,

From good ole boys with ignorance and guns,

Tracking down good people in our streets - just out for a run.

There's a warm breeze blowing through theses Golden Isles;

There's a man of color who's been running for a million miles.

Strapped on his back is the weight of injustice and fear,

But he runs, and he runs for the ones who don't hear,

That freedom's just another word not meant for his kind.

God, please, you must keep Georgia on your mind.

Attorneys and politicians want to run and hide,

Wash their hands of a murder and the men who lied,

While neighboorhoods rise up and demand the truth,

About another black son gunned down in his youth.

They say white folks need to use their power,

To stand up for justice hour by hour,

To take up a battle that's been fought for many a year,

And once and for all end this nonsense of fear.

So freedom can be a word to unite mankind.

God, please, keep Georgia forever on your mind.