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How many more thrown in nameless graves?
How many more falsely charged with crime?
How many more whipped and shot like slaves?
How many more murdered in their prime?
How many more pamphlets must I write?
How many more threats must I withstand?
How many more lynchings must I cite?
How many more times must I demand?
How many more years off of my life?
How many 'til I'm a grieving wife?
How long 'til it's too late?
Will you wait?
Will you wait?
Don't be foolish
Good night, Professor
I won't wait another day
I won't wait
I won't wait
I won't wait my turn
But decades of defiance take their toll
Sure, I'm always speaking true to power
But I do not feel whole
Each time I'm told to wait my turn
It's like my every nerve has been exposed
Why can't I be more like Mary
And keep myself composed?
Have I been too prone to wait my turn?
Have I been too polite?
God, I wish I had her courage
How does she burn so bright?
Am I risking far too much?
Could this be my last sojourn?
Will we ever win this fight?
Will the country ever learn?
Will I ever live to see it?
Or will I survive in time to take my turn?
Or will I survive in time to take my turn?