[00:03.210]A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers blood.
[00:10.560]A finger fired the trigger to his name.
[00:13.930]
[00:15.360]A handle hid out in the dark
[00:19.700]A hand set the spark
[00:21.890]Two eyes took the aim
[00:23.570]
[00:25.190]Behind a mans brain
[00:26.880]
[00:28.560]But he cant be blamed
[00:29.870]
[00:31.610]Hes only a pawn in their game.
[00:35.640]
[00:39.680]A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
[00:44.230]
[00:46.480]You got more than the blacks, dont complain.
[00:49.600]
[00:50.600]Youre better than them,
[00:53.400]you been born with white skin, they explain.
[00:56.270]
[00:57.840]And the negros name
[00:59.710]
[01:01.330]Is used it is plain
[01:03.080]
[01:04.580]For the politicians gain
[01:06.320]
[01:07.700]As he rises to fame
[01:09.560]
[01:10.070]And the poor white remains
[01:12.190]On the caboose of the train
[01:14.000]
[01:14.560]But it aint him to blame
[01:16.120]
[01:16.740]Hes only a pawn in their game.
[01:20.690]
[01:26.380]The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
[01:30.750]
[01:33.060]And the marshals and cops get the same,
[01:36.640]
[01:38.440]But the poor white mans used
[01:42.120]in the hands of them all like a tool.
[01:44.630]
[01:46.310]Hes taught in his school
[01:48.060]
[01:49.180]From the start by the rule
[01:51.100]
[01:51.720]That the laws are with him
[01:53.400]
[01:53.970]To protect his white skin
[01:56.150]To keep up his hate
[01:58.080]So he never thinks straight
[02:00.140]bout the shape that hes in
[02:02.390]But it aint him to blame
[02:04.330]Hes only a pawn in their game.
[02:09.040]
[02:13.160]From the poverty shacks,
[02:15.470]he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
[02:18.210]
[02:20.330]And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
[02:23.810]
[02:24.370]And hes taught how to walk in a pack
[02:28.440]Shoot in the back
[02:30.000]With his fist in a clinch
[02:31.560]
[02:33.060]To hang and to lynch
[02:34.620]
[02:35.930]To hide neath the hood
[02:37.360]
[02:38.050]To kill with no pain
[02:40.170]Like a dog on a chain
[02:42.230]He aint got no name
[02:44.350]But it aint him to blame
[02:46.410]Hes only a pawn in their game.
[02:51.500]
[02:55.060]Today, medgar evers was buried
[02:57.610]from the bullet he caught.
[02:59.480]
[03:01.910]They lowered him down as a king.
[03:05.470]
[03:07.530]But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
[03:12.410]That fired the gun
[03:14.410]Hell see by his grave
[03:16.160]
[03:17.340]On the stone that remains
[03:19.210]
[03:19.780]Carved next to his name
[03:21.840]His epitaph plain:
[03:23.700]
[03:24.390]Only a pawn in their game.
[03:29.760]