In the city of Chicago,
Little black girl wasn't well,
Her body was afflicted
With the sickle cell.
If a person gets excited,
The sickle cell will kill,
And the people in the neighborhood,
They mocked the new little girl.
Chorus:
"Go back where you belong!"
They shouted, "Black girl, die!"
It wasn't the kids in school,
It was the people outside, shameless,
To drive this blameless child to her death,
And as she was dying she was crying
With her last breath,
"Go back where you belong."
Mellaine Turner,
Only seven years old,
Her friends and family loved her
And she was good as gold,
But because she was a black girl,
White folks all around,
They mocked her in her sickness,
"Go back where you belong."
(Chorus)
Twas the winter of '77
This child got sick and died,
But the sickest ones of all
Were the hooting gang outside.
The hooting gang, the blind,
Who would not understand
That Chicago is supposed to be
The heart of freedom's land.