You’re agoin’ to git your rights
Nor by lookin’ down on black folks
Coz you’re put upon by wite;
Slavery ain’t o’ nary color,
’Tain’t the hide thet makes it wus,
All it keers fer is a feller
’S jest to make him fill his pus.
Want to tackle me in, du ye?
I expect you’ll hev to wait;
Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye