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Just when everything in town was peaceful as can be,
On the dawn of a new year in Nineteen Twenty-Three
A Twenty-two year old White woman screamed so loud
Lying about her attack by a Colored to draw a crowd.

And rumor had spread like wildfire in the Woodline
Before Taylor learned another man having a good time;
Insisting to bring justice to the man who harmed his wife,
He rallied for the meanest racists to take black innocent life.

A neighboring county reported that a Colored escaped jail
As the mob begin to do searches and seizures to no avail...

This story gets good,
Because it's the Massacre in Rosewood

The mob located good old Sam Carter and coerced him
Saying he knew where the attacker was as they forced him
He was shoot dead execution style then hung from a tree,
The assault on black life got worse with no place to flee.

Women and children gathered for survival in a home,
The house of Sarah Carrier, the haven where few had gone,
But even good Auntie Sarah had got assassinated
In front of her door with son in a home invasion ill fated.

A neighboring county reported that a Colored escaped jail
As the mob begin to do searches and seizures to no avail...

This story gets oscular,
Because it's the Rosewood Massacre.

Survivors run out the back of the home into the thickets
Of Florida swamps, home of gators, snakes, and crickets;
While the local papers spread news of a Negro uprising,
Property was aflame and more people shot by subsidizing.

Young black girls were raped then strangled by mobs
And hung in tree for the world to see them as props;
Soon the Bryce brothers would offer a way out the mess,
They gave survivors a trip to Gainesville at best.

A neighboring county reported that a Colored escaped jail
As the mob begin to do searches and seizures to no avail...

This story goes away,
Because DeSantis only gave survivors one day,
But the Massacre carried on for a week,
This story never gets good as you can see.