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I'm a slave so I got slave traits brought with a price, brought to America and got bidded on, slapped, whipped worked cotton fields and of course been spitted on you see I then did a bid caught probation and to be on these streets again I'm scared probation or parole don't mean you free it's just another way for this country to keep you in check now you might get some respect from ya homies but tell me whats that, truth is I'm just a slave wit benefits so times ain't really changed from then till now cause we were slaves then and we still are now when you see a slave what you hear shhh! not a sound we was lost and then found or rather already found just taken, robbed, and raped given a clean slate wit a new name thats kind of the reason I could never wear bracelets and chains so I'm still locked up in my own mind frame. This is what I am or rather who I am a servant of the great I AM and I am every man & woman who fought & died for freedom I am every Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Harriet Tubman that chose to lead em, I am every Nelson Mandela, Rodney King and Jesus Christ thats eternally bleeding I am the truth, way, light & every righteous reason every preacher, evangelist, poet, public speaker, & deacon that believes some people are only in ya life for seasons and as a young adult to my young brothers & sisters I been sanctified to lyrically feed em that everybody walks their own path but only you know who you should believe in.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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