Artist：india arie

Songs Title：india＇song

To much hypocracy in this old southern town for me

Way back in 1619 begins this tragic story

Thrown into slavery still the crime was the color of skin

Never to see the light of the past again

I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song

I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame

I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way

I wanna go where the wind calls my name

The wind is calling India India India

It＇s the typical savanahh day so I take my guitar to the park and I play

Sitting up under the live oak trees the strangest feeling came over me

Is this the tree where my brother was hung

Is this the ground where his body was burned

God gave me the gift of song so I dedicate this one and

Superiority who can be better than me

Wasting precious time of racist mentality

This is only the beginning the flesh will by pushing in days to come

Spirit knows no color Either you＇re a hater or a lover