Wynston Payne, Audrey Martells - I Am Not Angry Lyrics

You came one day, with your crosses and guns. And canons that we, could not outrun Bound in chains, beaten with whips, you threw us on, those hellish ships
We fought your wars. Helped build the nation. Then you repaid us, with segregation
I am not your slave, or your property. Not your shoe-shine boy; hey can't you see
I am not your girl, I am not your maid. I am not for sale. I am not afraid

And I, am not angry. No I, am not angry. I have no reason, to complain
I, am not angry. I, am not angry. You never caused me, any pain

You brought my people, to our knees. Sold postcards of men, hanging from trees
You stood there laughing, in hoods of white, as crosses burned, on a southern night
Whites Only, read the signs. No jobs for us; just welfare lines
I'm not Aunt Jemima, or Uncle Ben. We are not your boys; no, we are men
I'm not Uncle Tom, or Amos and Andy. I am not your Mammy and I am not angry

No I, am not angry. Why, should I be angry? What do I have to be angry about
I, am not angry. No I, am not angry. I just feel so very shut out

You kept us out, 'cause our skin was brown. You stole our music. You held us down
A King spoke, but no one heard. "Equality," was a dirty word
Nothing's changed. Time stands still. From George Floyd, to Emmett Till
I'm not for sale, to be sold at market. Do not pull the trigger; I am not a target
I am not afraid, of riot squads that scatter. I just want some justice. Black lives matter

But I, am not angry. No I, am not angry. I do not mind this chain, and this ball
I, am not angry. Why, should I be angry? I have no reason, to be angry at all