Enchainment

We raise the wheat,
They give us the corn;
We bake the bread,
They give us the crust;
We sift the meal,
They give us the skin,
And that's the way they take us in.
We skim the pot,
They give us the liquor,
And say that's good enough for the nigger.

The big bee flies high,
The little makes the honey.
The black folks make the cotton
And the white folks get the money.