Who'll Pay Reparations on My Soul
Gil Scott-Heron Lyrics


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Many suggestions
And documents written.
Many directions
For the end that was given.
They gave us
Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there, yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter's cold. Now
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
And now that I want to be a man (be a man)
Who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundary of old?
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
Wanna be a man that can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man,
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing,
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundaries of old?
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter's cold.
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Who'll pay reparations,
'Cause I don't dig segregation, but I
Can't get integration
I got to take it to the United Nations,
Someone to help me away from this nation.




Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?

Overall Meaning

In Gil Scott-Heron's "Who'll Pay Reparations for My Soul?" the artist speaks about the injustices done to African Americans through the slavery period, systemic racism and discrimination.They gave us "pieces of silver and pieces of gold" and numerous suggestions and documents, and different directions for the end that was given, but who will pay reparations on our soul? Scott-Heron turns his focus on the empty promises made by politicians during the civil rights movement. The references to the White House desk, and the speeches written but never really delivered, show the irony of the promises. The heat and freezing cold are metaphors for the hard times black Americans faced, but there is no reparations for their suffering.


The song is poignant and highlights the widespread devastation caused by systemic racism in America. Scott-Heron speaks about African Americans receiving no support or recognition for their suffering, and the reference to the United Nations is a call to all humanity to end racism for good. The lyrics also touch upon the hurtful implication made to black people to be undeserving of personal property and possessions.


Line by Line Meaning

Many suggestions And documents written. Many directions For the end that was given. They gave us Pieces of silver and pieces of gold. Tell me, Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
There have been numerous suggestions, documents and directions given to us for our end. And yet we were given mere coins. Who will compensate for the pain and suffering I have endured?


Many fine speeches (oh yeah) From the White House desk (uh huh) Written on the cue cards That were never really there, yes, But the heat and the summer were there And the freezing winter's cold. Now Tell me, Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
We have heard many speeches from a seat of power but they were all insincere. Though we felt the hot summers and endured the biting winters, I am still left to question who will make amends for their mistakes?


Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job (no job, no job). Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard). Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself. And now that I want to be a man (be a man) Who can depend on no one else (oh yeah). What about the red man Who met you at the coast? You never dig sharing; Always had to have the most. And what about Mississippi, The boundary of old? Tell me, Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
My family has been through their share of hardships and were never given the support they deserved. On a larger scale, what about the Native Americans who welcomed European invaders to their shores, only to be pushed out of their homes? And what about Mississippi, the state that symbolized the boundaries that kept us oppressed? Who will make amends for the damages done to our souls?


Many fine speeches (oh yeah) From the White House desk (uh huh) Written on the cue cards That were never really there. Yes, But the heat and the summer were there And the freezing winter's cold. Tell me, Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Again, we have seen many speeches from the highest office in the country, but they were all just empty promises. We have felt the extremes of the seasons and the constant struggle, so who will take responsibility for repairing our souls?


Who'll pay reparations, 'Cause I don't dig segregation, but I Can't get integration I got to take it to the United Nations, Someone to help me away from this nation. Tell me, Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
I refuse to accept segregation, but integration seems to be just as elusive. I may have to seek aid from an international body to help me escape this nation that denies me my rights. So I ask again, who will pay for the losses to my soul?




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: GIL SCOTT-HERON

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Many suggestions
And documents written.
Many directions
For the end that was given.
They gave us
Pieces of silver and pieces of gold.
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there, yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter's cold. Now
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job (no job, no job).
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
And now that I want to be a man (be a man)
Who can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing;
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundary of old?
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Call my brother a junkie 'cause he ain't got no job
Told my old man to leave me when times got hard (so hard).
Told my mother she got to carry me all by herself.
Wanna be a man that can depend on no one else (oh yeah).
What about the red man,
Who met you at the coast?
You never dig sharing,
Always had to have the most.
And what about Mississippi,
The boundaries of old?
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Many fine speeches (oh yeah)
From the White House desk (uh huh)
Written on the cue cards
That were never really there. Yes,
But the heat and the summer were there
And the freezing winter's cold.
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?
Who'll pay reparations,
'Cause I don't dig segregation, but I
Can't get integration
I got to take it to the United Nations,
Someone to help me away from this nation.
Tell me,
Who'll pay reparations on my soul?



All comments from YouTube:

@amberhitchcock5447

"And what about the red man, who met you at the coast, you never dig sharing, always had to have the most..." God I love this song, the piano, the drums, the harmony, lyrics, the message, Gils voice is like water, so good.

@chrisc2412

Ah I know right, when that intro comes in I get goosebumps, as you say everything from the lyrics, piano, drums etc is great!!

@cutiefeet2528

Please buddy more lyrics I can't understand well english

@alanblanes2876

This addictive tune will never sound dated. It is a wonderful musical accomplishment.

@genethornton453

In my older age I now think back to a teacher of mine (who was a Caucasian) and when I asked about doing a report featuring Gil Scott Heron as a godfather and architect of modern rap music he said no, and proceeded to tell me to do a report on the band Blondie as if they were pioneers of some sort and not culture vultures and thieves like many of their contemporaries. It disgusts me to think that this man isn't held in higher regard. He even did the half singing half rapping that is popular popular now back in the 60s 70s and 80s. Brother Gil Scott Heron, your legacy will remain forever and you will be remembered as the voice and soundtrack of a revolutionary generation. Rest in power good brother.

@rachaelcross3448

Sorry your idiot teacher said this to you. I'm white British and GSC is a genius, it's his issue that he couldn't see this...

@madeinbanat3534

I, a Caucasian, completely agree with you. He was an absolute genius, poet, musician, activist. Genuinely think there s a strong shout for him to be taught in schools

@cysilversoul

Gil Scott-Heron is one of my favorite artists, Black Wax is my favorite movie, but that’s no reason to diss Blondie they’re pretty goood.

@genethornton453

@cysilversoul  I think blondie was cool and had some novel appeal but comparing blondie to Gil Scott-Heron is like comparing the movie Titanic to Dude where's my car?.

@user-vo5ty1xf6s

I can listen to him Curtis Mayfield and Marvin Gaye all day long everyday ✊🏿❤️🖤💚✊🏿

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