Be Honest
Culture
4:05Oh, what an agony Oh, what a pain on the slave ship Look what's going on We have been robbed of our rights And even my sister have been stripped Oh, where is the dignity and pride for our ladies? Oh, it's a shame upon our race Murder! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now Believe me, what a pain Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now Can you imagine the way the people felt Traveling from home to Jamaica? They traveled so very far Packed up in slave ships I'm gonna name them for you One called the Nina One called the Pinta The other, the Santa Maria Believe me when I say Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now Grandmother, feel it Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now After a hard day's labor, they took my neighbor Place him down on his knees, hear me now And then say slave master climb on his back And mount upon his horse That burns me to my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now Believe me when I say Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now When slave master get in and drink his wine And beat my sister in drunkenness Say that she's not working, she's getting sloppy Yet my sister keep him clean What an ungrateful man Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now My sister was stripped Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now No education, no rest for the weary All I can see is frustration I'll get you, hear me when I say Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now The agony and pain Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart Still rest on my heart 'til now