The Song of a Man Sentenced to Death by a Mob

The Song of a Man Sentenced to Death by a Mob:

Don’t hang ma body from no tree.

ain’t no crook goin’ in ma neck.

Don’t hang ma neck from no rope, 

I ain’t foe yo fourth of July decorations

I ain’t no slave; I ain’t no property, so

don’t call me ya boy. Best put away ya pistol

ma neck ain’t going in dat rope, 

you ain’t finna set no fire to ma body;

I ain’t yo personal fireplace. 

You gone have to shoot me, cuz

Ma legs ain’t made to swing—

ma body ain’t supposed to dangle

I aint yo strangle fruit. Put ya pistol away,

ma hands aint going in no cuffs, I ain’t resisting

get yo knee off ma neck, get yo funky, nasty, vicious,

murderous knee off ma neck. I ain’t did nothing wrong

get yo rope off my neck; I aint no fourth of July decoration.

Don’t hang ma body from no tree.