"Reparations" lyrics

Grandaddy was a farmer
With skin as dark as night, he picked the cotton
My granny was a teacher
With European features
Skin was lighter
And they had worry, worry, worry for their portion
Ain't have no money, money, money for their toiling

But I've got one hand on the cross and the Bible
Devil comes like a thief when you're idle
Take the land, take the man, take the title
Mmm

Reparations
I ain't talking 'bout no dollar
Reparations
Damn, my people want their power
Reparations
When I'm gone don't give me flowers
Reparations
When you know what's yours is ours
Ooh

My people want no favors
They ain't asking for no handouts from my neighbors
Don't need no conversation
Just proper compensation for our labors
Hey, hey, hey

But I've got one hand on the cross and the Bible
Devil comes like a thief when you're idle
Take the land, take the man, take the title
Mmm

Reparations
I ain't talking 'bout no dollar
Reparations
Damn, my people want their power
Reparations
When I'm gone don't give me flowers
Reparations
When you know what's yours is ours
Reperations

Oh, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair? (Reperations)
Oh, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair? (Reperations)
Oh, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair? (Reperations)
Oh, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair, is this fair? (Reperations)
Yeah, yeah, yeah