Oh Mama, can we ride the Train?
No Child, we must walk these Underground Rails
Hand in Hand, to the Promised Land
The Promised Land

Oh Mama, will we be lashed?
No Child, we won’t be struck,
For the colour of our skin
In the Promised Land
The Promised Land

Oh Mama, The King is Dead
Dethroned at the Lorraine Motel.
No my Child, his Dream ain’t gone yet
As we Build the Promised Land
The Promised Land

Oh Mama, may I go marching,
For the Souls we lost?
Yes my Child, ‘cause Black Lives Matter
Just the Same, in the Promised Land
The Promised Land

Oh Mama, Please Don’t Weep
I’m waiving from above.
Oh my Child, who gunned you down?
You’re with the Angels now
In the Promised Land
The Promised Land