They lowered him down as a king
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain
From the poverty shacks he looks from the cracks to the tracks
He's only a pawn in their game
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
That the laws are with him to protect his white skin
He's taught in his school from the start by the rule
He ain't got no name but it ain't him to blame
To hang and to lynch, to hide 'neath the hood
And the marshals and cops get the same
A south politician preaches to the poor white man
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
But it ain't him to blame, he's only a pawn in their game
And the negro's name is used, it is plain
Carved next to his name, his epitaph plain
'Bout the shape that he's in, but it ain't him to blame
You're better than them
He's only a pawn in their game
To kill with no pain like a dog on a chain
That fired the gun
And the poor white remains on the caboose of the train
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
You been born with white skin," they explain
A handle hid out in the dark
For the politician's gain as he rises to fame
A hand set the spark
Shoot in the back with his fist in a clinch
Used in the hands of them all like a tool
But the poor white man's
He's only a pawn in their game
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
To keep up his hate so he never thinks straight
But he can't be blamed
