One hundred years in the skin of a slave
And a hundred years more
Searching for crumbs under the tables
Before the whites tread on them
Sleeping on bundles of planks
Only singing on Sunday
You see the black woman
In the role of a maid
Standing by her side
Her bent and broken man
After that you mustn’t be surprised
It’s them who made
Them who made
Son House and Charley Patton
Howlin’ Wolf and Blind Lemon
So red the African blood
On the pretty cotton flower
The all new America
The beautiful democracy “Welcome”
Boats deporting the villages
At the end of the immense voyage
Carved in the memory
For light years
Every drop of ivory
Every iron necklace
After that you mustn’t be surprised
It’s them who made
Them who made
Son House and Charley Patton
Howlin’ Wolf and Blind Lemon
Always pleasing the shadowy merchants
She who is bought and him who is given
Born under a life sentence
Always living within what we are
A people forbidden from joining the rest of humanity
Searching for the blue of the ancient kingdom
Them who made, it mustn’t surprise you
Son House and Charley Patton
Blind Blake and Willie Dixon
Ma Rainey and Robert Johnson
Howlin’ Wolf and Blind Lemon
Son House and Charley Patton