I can hear my Negro Sister sing songs of sorrow
Hoping that her child will experience a better tomorrow
I can almost feel the pain of my Negro Brother Being beat, whipped, talk about, almost like our Lord Jesus Christ
I can only imagine the endless forced labor far beyond the point of exhaustion
And my Negro Brother or Sister trying to escape with extreme caution

Cause if my Negro Brother or Sister were to be caught
They would experience a beating that would leave many scares
My Negro Brother or Sister will then beg for death But, later, somehow, would find the strength to go on
To deal with slavery by picking cotton, corn, the list can go on and on  

My Negro Brother and My Negro Sister of this day and age Remember the nakedness, the chains, the filthiness, and the cage in which our ancestors laid
Remember the pain, the tears, the sweat, the hope, and the fears
Remember that our ancestors’ did not go through servitude in vain
But rather a trial, a test, which someday we would make it to that promise land
Where Blacks and Whites could sing songs in an angelic harmony
A harmony that every race, nationality, culture could hear
 Then therefore we all would come together as one  
Finally our great leaders would look down from heaven and say it is done
My Negro Brother ;My Negro sister it is done we have won