Lean on Berries Lyrics

I’m from a small country town down in Louisiana

Grown from the Sugarcane and petroleum it handles

New Iberia, and maybe it was almost perfect

never knew about the treachery below the surface

Imagine being home there’s a knock on your door

Sheriff say get in the car, you ain’t welcome here no more

No crime, no warrant, no investigation

Being charged with attempted academic liberation

Down the street where the beatings start

“Spread the word, organize you niggers, leave fore we rip you apart”

Why they thought this interrogation was cool?

Cause they opposed building a negro welding school

“You the one writing - forcing us to fix a school for ya?”

“You the one saying you niggers be voting soon huh?”

Once the handcuffs were off told to leave town be gone

Staggering down the train tracks alone with no one else to lean on

You can’t be shocked, that’s how they have it going down in the south

Make a move they don’t like, take a clubbing to the mouth

Stories bout deputies in 1944 and 2014

Wonder why generations ain’t close to trusting

Thurgood wasn’t good enough to get that justice

FBI say it’s too complicated for them to bust this

Mayor says it was done without his knowledge

Sheriff says it’s a false rumor that’s gettin lots of mileage

PHDs takes beatings thrown out of town for being

The ones trying to build, grow and heal negro families

And the man whose door got knocked on in the beginning

Never got that understanding, never had a happy ending

Never a resolution achievement beyond hope

After all of this 3 months later he’s dead from a stroke