Who'Ve Thought Back That Far

Our colored ones forced to work in the sun, beaten constantly with a gun, tortured, did wrong, see your loved ones now they're gone, slaved from dusk til dawn. Being sold, bought and once owned. Freedom that we now slightly have, wonders thoroughly would it last. Would this generation be taken beaten to death rapen. Sold to the whites, hold back the words, tears, along with fights, scared to do wrong focused on right. Being a maid better yet slaved. Children, teens, mother, father all at once they're slaughtered. Heart drops when the human and horse arrives, yelling screaming all the noise. All they needed was the sound of ones own voice.