Crack of the Whip

workin' in the fields all day long singin' a Holy song the only song we know it helps the white mans plants grow his stare unforgivable these conditions just ain't livable sun beats my back I is only wearing a potata' sack my family ain't here they was all sold last year 'cept for my baby brotha we's growin' up without a' motha I take care of us keep going, i must "keep him safe" momma done said so now every nigh' i keep him close in bed but there's talk about goin' to stop all this hoein' goin' north, far away leavin' leavin', tat's what dey say up north, where it ain't so hot but tat's only if dey don't get caught den... i hear da crack of da whip and anotha life will slip but one day, my brotha and I will come, come north chasing our freedom...