There Will Be a Reckoning

Somewhere between the midnight and the cold and empty dawn
I found myself out walking on the streets where I was born
And I came upon a stranger who looked me in the face
And ask me what I was doing In this god forsaken place
I don’t need to be forgiven for something I haven’t done
Nor for wanting my family to find the place in the sun
If you keep this pressure on, just don’t be surprised
If I can’t summonup my dignity while you’re roughing up my pride
There will be a reckoning for the peddlers of hate
Who spread their poison all across this estate
And a reckoning too, for the politicians who
Left us to this fate, there will be a reckoning
Just a few days later, a man came to my door
To ask me if I thought that this place was worth fighting for
And though I recognize his reasons, I just could not agree
When they told me that my neighbor would be my enemy
I don’t need to be forgiven for something I haven’t done
Nor for wanting my family to find the place in the sun
If you keep this pressure on, just don’t be surprised
If I can’t summonup my dignity while you’re roughing up my pride
There will be a reckoning for the peddlers of hate
Who spread their poison all across this estate
And a reckoning too, for the politicians who
Left us to this fate, there will be a reckoning
There will be a reckoning
There will be a reckoning
There will be a reckoning