Ferguson blues
I believe tears fell like rain
On the graves of L’il Dixie plantains
I believe tears fell like rain
On the night Michael Brown was slain
No respect: they let a dog profane
Their makeshift monument to a city’s pain.
There was struggle and gunshot flash
The cameras rolled for the aftermath
There was struggle and gunshot flash
A microcosm of a culture clash
No respect: someone turned to ash
Their makeshift monument the cops called trash.
