Run away slave : the troubles faced
Scared, shocked, shaken, stressed.
A gun pointed to your face,
no where to daze.
Too scared to return to slaves.
Left or right no where to face.
“Go on with us or die”
The choice is yours said the leader.
Don’t want to go back and die
But the journey is too long
And was now making our legs feel gone.
So much stress made us depressed.
So much walking made us wandering.
Too late to turn back now cause
Being black means being jacked and cracked.
Praying not to die while taking a side.
A gun pointed to your face,
no where to daze.
Too scared to return to slaves.
Left or right no where to face.
“Go on with us or die”
The choice is yours said the leader.
Don’t want to go back and die
But the journey is too long
And was now making our legs feel gone.
So much stress made us depressed.
So much walking made us wandering.
Too late to turn back now cause
Being black means being jacked and cracked.
Praying not to die while taking a side.
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