Winter In America - Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

From the Indians Who welcomed the pilgrims

And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains

Like the vultures circling

From the Indians Who welcomed the pilgrims

And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains

Like the vultures circling

Beneath the dark clouds

Looking for the rain

Looking for the rain

Just like the cities

Staggered on the coastline

Living in a nation that just

Can’t stand much more

Like the forest buried

Beneath the highway

Never had a chance to grow

Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter

Winter in America

Yes and all of the healers

Have been killed

Or sent away, yeah

But the people know, the people know

It’s winter

Winter in America

And ain’t nobody fighting

Cause nobody knows what to save

Save your soul, Lord knows from winter in America

The constitution

A noble piece of paper

With free society

Struggled but it died in vain

And now Democracy is

Ragtime on the corner

Hoping for some rain

Looks like it’s hoping

Hoping for some rain

And i see the robins

Perched in barred treetops

Watching last-ditch racists

Marching across the floor

But just like the peace sign

That vanished in our dreams

Never had a chance to grow

Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter

Winter in America

And all of the healers have been killed

Or been betrayed

Yeah, but the people know, the people know

It’s winter, lord knows

It’s winter in America

And ain’t nobody fighting

Cause nobody knows what to save

Save your souls

From winter in America

And now it’s winter

Winter in America

And all of the healers done been killed or sent away

Yeah, and the people know, people know

It’s winter

Winter in America

And ain’t nobody fighting

Cause nobody knows what to save

And ain’t nobody fighting

Cause nobody knows what to save

And ain’t nobody fighting

Cause nobody knows what to save

And ain’t nobody fighting

Cause nobody knows what to save