Slavery
As I grieve and weep and suffer
The white's are making some sort of offer
From being beaten, sold, sick and separated
The white's just leave us there instead of being cremated
Very little books, clothes and freedom
They're stupid,mean, that's how we see them
From the heat, pain, stench and struggle
All the time we fall and stumble
Can't do things right so we get slapped
From hands, to clubs, to baseball bats
One day they'll pay and we'll be free
They'll be the ones who suffer and grieve
The white's are making some sort of offer
From being beaten, sold, sick and separated
The white's just leave us there instead of being cremated
Very little books, clothes and freedom
They're stupid,mean, that's how we see them
From the heat, pain, stench and struggle
All the time we fall and stumble
Can't do things right so we get slapped
From hands, to clubs, to baseball bats
One day they'll pay and we'll be free
They'll be the ones who suffer and grieve
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