Give me my shit

if i`m not mistaken i once read,

durin` that short spell i spent in school,

where ev`ry slave set free was s`posed to get,

for slavin`,

forty acres and a mule.

now ain`t no tellin` how much work was done

by my ancestors under slaver`s rule,

but sure as hell the total`s got to run

at least,

to forty acres and a mule.

now i`m not sayin` this to see folks sweat,

`cause i`m not bitter,

neither am i cruel,

but ain`t nobody paid for slavery yet;

about my forty acres and a mule...

we had a promise that was taken back,

an` when we hollered it was, `hush, be cool!`

well me, i`m bein` rowdy, hot an` black:

i want my forty acres an` my mule!

don`t tell me not to get myself upset,

don`t look at me like i`m some kinda ghoul,

jus` answer quietly,

when do i get

my goddam forty acres and my mule?

no thanks, i`ll take my own self out to lunch.

no thanks, i`ll dig me my own swimmin` pool,

an` lay an` play aroun` with my own bunch,

if i git forty acres and a mule.

`cause interest gotta go on jus` like rent,

(i may be crazy, but i ain`t no fool.)

one hundred years of debt at ten percent,

per year,

per forty acres,

an` per mule.

now add that up

an` ooooeeee looka there!

no wonder y`all called great grandmaw a jew`l.

jus` pay me that an` call the whole thing square

yes lordy,

forty acres and a mule!