The Colored Video (MV)

I remember the year was 1917
I remember that at the time that I was 17
My daddy was a farmer, mama raised us young
I was the seventh daughter and the baby 'til they had two sons
I reckoned my daddy could box a tornado and when the fight
He'd work with all his might on our land and played with us every night
That year, he prayed the same prayer every day and God heard it
'Cuz he blessed our family with the tools to make our harvest perfect
Each day, my daddy gave it all he had without a rest/stop
Harvest came, and in all of Oklahoma, we had the best crops
Then, one night I woke up finding everything we owned in flames
In jealousy, some white folks decided to take it all away
I hugged my daddy crying and said, "it's like these white people don't want us to have anything"
And I remember that he was speechless