War Path - Sunny Daze

They once had Auction and Negro Sale signs, just up ahead
Niggers were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled  
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave  
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave  
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields  
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals  
  
They were once leanin’ towards a war path    
They were paid, if they worked on da railway    
They were laid, if they worked on da good day  
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey  
They were hung, if they were to ever astray  
They got strong, then blew the white trash away  
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway  
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze  
   
They then had war and peace signs, just up above  
Groupies were told rock hard and don’t go falling in love  
Branded them playmates, even made ‘em find more babes  
Rock superstars, had bragging’ rights, but not all spades  
Don’t know a whole lot more, about what Woodstock reveals  
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past feels  
   
They were once leanin’ towards a war path    
They were paid, if they worked on da railway    
They were laid, if they worked on da good day  
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey  
They were hung, if they were to ever astray  
They got strong, then blew the white trash away  
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway  
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze  
   
They now have entry and exit signs, just up there  
Wealthy were told to gate up and don’t go walking anywhere  
Branded them snobbish, even made ‘em buy brands online  
Ghetto gangsta’s, had bragging’ rights, but not all offline  
Don’t know a whole lot more, about what society dreams  
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past achieves  
   
They were once leanin’ towards a war path    
They were paid, if they worked on da railway    
They were laid, if they worked on da good day  
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey  
They were hung, if they were to ever astray  
They got strong, then blew the white trash away  
They got slack, then inhaled the white gangsta pathway  
They are now lookin’ forward to the sunny daze.