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The Slave (Part 1)

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The Slave (Part 1)

Caucasion-Americans Please Don't Get Offended...This Is Purely Fictional

Doin backbreaking labor in the scorching sun
Stopping only to glance at my wife and son
I need to get back to work so I can get done
Or one of the White Devils will introduce me to the shotgun
Picking all this darn cotton
The stench in the air is rotten
I haven't bathed in two weeks, so easily I have forgotten
Like both my patience and will to live, my body is getting thin
Hunger telling my stomach and heart that my life will soon end
I should make an escape attempt, but where will I begin
How many miles is the lake from here: 10 x 10
My people sorely mistreated, the Blacks I mean
Everybody sharing peace, prosperity and power is what I dream
Or is that what I nightmare
To share with Whites how do I dare
If all of them died out I wouldn't even care
All I can think about now is the sweat waterfalling from my curly hair
Well I meant nappy
I mean seriously, don't we all deserve to be happy
Maybe in the future this cotton will be used to make a white shirt
I wouldn't be able to wear one because the whiplashes on my back hurt
It sounds crazy but I wonder if a month will be dedicated to Negro History
I'm out of my mind, that sounds like a load of bull to me
Here comes a Devil, ready to put me out of my mind literally
He hits me with the butt of the shotgun, I fall to my knees miserallbly
Rage reared inside me as I want to take the pump gauge out of his hands and put him out of 
his misery
I want to be free, Lord I'm tired of this mystery
Then he has the audacity to spit in my face
One eye open I see my son's brains blown all over the place
Killing colored people is a sport to you Devil
I got the dirt to your grave right on my shovel
So I hit his gut so viscious
The look on his face: priceless yet suspicious
Slowly he fell to the ground
The gun was down
I rushed to my wife and four others and told them not to make a sound
100 yards behind us I heard big booms
Elated at the possibility of being free so soon
I disappeared into the darkness like a raccoon....

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