"Kentucky Fried"
In Kentucky, there was this old colonel dressed in all white
He tasted some chicken fried by an ancestor of mine
Oh that chicken tasted quite so divine
The flavors were such a remarkable blend
That the old white colonel started to grin
You see his mind started clicking
His fingers he was licking
He knew at that moment that he had found the perfect Blackman’s fried chicken
So that old white southern colonel stole our black ancestor's secret spices
So using those secret spices that had been closed off by segregation
This old white colonel’s chicken swept the entire nation
This colonel white family had the nerve to hide the black spice secret from the world
Money dripping, fingers licking, isn’t this America story quite sickening
My black ancestors never saw any profits even small
While Kentucky Fried Chicken continues standing tall
So please Mr. Sanders don’t pretend that you never ever committed a sin
I bet the white man stole from us the recipe to make some damn good gin
So while we black folks keep on kneeling
You white folks get to keep on double-dealing
Kentucky fried, finger licking, hell no it’s the white man game of tricking
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