Carry, Carry B
Leave in a big black car
For the man on the stand, with his tongue in his hand
Swings from a branch in the park
Carry, Carry B
Sleeps with grey ghosts in the sheets
In the arms of a man, who's cold blood warmed your hands
Has the crows now to pull them apart
And you believe in saving the spark
Of a killer you kissed in the dark
Carry, Carry B
Wiping tears from your cheeks
Granted grace to a face who'd seen men laid to waste
By the rod of some white gowned police
And you believe in saving the spark
Of a killer you kissed in the dark
And you were taught that some folks were born to be broken
But why should we change when we're the ones God has chosen
Miss Carry, a snake at your feet
Miss Carry, chained to your wicked belief
Miss Carry, live your days in retreat
Miss Carry, each day we are washed to the sea
Miss Carry, each day we are washed to the sea
Miss Carry, each day
Carry, Carry B
Live your life in retreat
From a creed on the street, that says a black man can eat
In the seat of your rightly deceased
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