Lyrics

They said we was born to kneel.But I was born where the silence kills.Where blood runs deeper than the river spills.God didn’t call me soft or mild—He called me Black. He called me wild. They took my name, they took my kin-Burned the Bible, left the sin. I seen the cotton fields eat girls whole, Watched shackled boys forget their soul. But deep inside, a voice did swell—Said: “Harriet… drag ‘em outta hell.”Oh, I walked with the dead, Lord. I walked with the dead. Through night and noose, where angels fled. I held their names beneath my skin—And I walked ‘til God let freedom in.I walked through swamp, I crawled through night, With wolves behind and no man’s light.A pistol in my palm, the Psalms in my breath—And every footstep flirtin’ with death. Didn’t trust no silence, didn’t trust no moon—Just the rustle of trees and the Lord’s own tune. I seen babies cry in cotton sacks, And mothers pray with broken backs. You call him “Father of the Land”—I call him man with bloody hands. Washington, Jefferson, liberty’s choir—Lit their torches with Black girls’ fire. They said “freedom” while they bought our wombs—Turned birth into a haunted tomb. But I ain’t wait for no white decree—I opened hell, and I set us free. The swamp was thick with devil’s song, But I kept walkin’ all night long. The hounds, the hooves, the cries behind—But I was not the killin’ kind. I said, “Lord, if I die, let me die with feet movin’—Not chained, not beggin’, not losin’.” And He said: “Then go, my child. Walk bold. Your hands are scarred, but your heart’s gold.” Sometimes I wished It’d never been—But I was carved from wrath and wind. Didn’t need no master’s grace—I carved my path through heaven’s face. I stole their property and breath—Their dreams of me was always death. But I was born a Black girl flame—And I burned the system without shame. Came back nineteen times through hell, With the devil hollerin’ and the church bell. Ain’t lose no soul, not one, not ever—God gave me sight and I cut that tether. Oh I went down Moses, way down Pharaoh’s land—Told that slaver: “Unchain God’s hand.” Not just free to flee, but free to know—When the Lord says “go,” You go. Still hear chains drag through broken dreams, Still hear Black cries lost in White screams.But I ain’t gone—I walk each road, Where feet are sore and burdens load. And if you listen when the wind turns low, You’ll hear me whisper:Go, child. Go.Yes, I walked with the dead, Lord. I walked with the dead. Dragged their ghosts where angels fled. I wasn’t free—I was possessed.By every soul that died oppressed.Now they paint me sweet and kind—But I was fury wrapped in spine.Don’t call me hero, don’t say grace—Until you see my people’s face.Still caged, still killed, still sold in chains—Still prayin’ for the same old rains.But if you listen ‘fore you sleep,You’ll hear my name where the shadows creep:Harriet. Not gone. Not done.Still walkin’. Still run.When the Lord says move…You don’t ask why.You just run.