| I woke up this morning, Tears were in my bed
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| They killed a man I really loved, Shot him in the head
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| Lord, Lord they cut George Jackson down
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| Lord, Lord they laid him in the ground
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| They sent him off to prison, For a seventy dollar robbery
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| They closed the door behind him, And threw away the key
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| He didn’t take shit from no one, He wouldn’t bow down on his knee
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| Authorities they hate him, Because he was just too real, just too real
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| The prison guard they watched him, They crushed him like a bug
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| Frightened of his power, They we scared of all his love and hey hey!
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| Sometimes I think the whole wide world
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| Is one big prison yard
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| Where some of us are prisoners and
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| Some of us are guards. |
| Yeah Hey!
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| They laid him in the ground
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| They laid him in the ground
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| They laid him in the ground
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| Woe Jackson, George Jackson, Yes Jackson, Woe Jackson
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| I want to confess, There is no justice
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| Lift up your voices, In times of protest
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| Lordy lord they laid him in the ground
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| Woe Jackson George Jackson, Oh Jackson Want Justice
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| A voice of protest, And frustration
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| Within a system, Of deception
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| Lordy Lord Hey! |
| Lordy lord Hey. |
| yeahee! |