A Slaves Words
as i turn my head and listen too the strom another fatherless babyis born!they are fighting too keep me but all i want is too be free!my skin is brown from the sun and for the south i refuse to pick up a gun.the priesident hes a good man every blackmans friend.the storm is ragging ang so im i them takeing gedisberg has got me hi!
Copyright © Steven Coleman | Year Posted 2013
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