What It's Like To Be a Descendant of a Slave

Born from a generation of mighty men Conceived in love, raise by a queen Driven from our home land Force to work deprived of knowledge, Beaten to a pulp, slaves all are we Misunderstood taken for granted Abused and used, our history hidden A nation forgotten, people lost and confused Strife and war, drugs and guns Handed to us too start our own bloody war. Death and fear sits at our door Our mothers can’t take anymore as our corps lay still on the floor.