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(Oppressor say's)Old negro, don't you run no more;
  (negro says I already forgave you)
 (Oppressor say's)
Old negro, pick up da  shovel and stone;   (negro says it's up to you)
Move da dirt wit yo hands;                       (negro says one day b free)
Then that might make U a man;                 (negro says God says I am )
Old negro, bare the weight;                        (negro says I shall not hate)
Old negro, you sure ain't;
Gonna rise and shine with the sun;              (negro says God made the sun)
Cause can't ya see ya all mine;                   (negro says NO man owns no one)
Now them bodies in that hole; 
Them too had a place to go;
And there's somethin you should know;
Freedman, freedom comes and freedom goes;
Best now slave bettar behave;
Or there them bones of your be in that grave;
  (Old negro say's )I'm dependent on God;
I don't hate them there master's at all
Cause WE ALL gotta see God;
So when I'm done suffering, 
Still on my knee's praying;
I must continue on believing and forgiving;
Cause master too got a judgement day awaiting , juzzin like me;
Yes, I'm free but can't go to where I ain't been, U see;
Guess I'm just mosey on down this old road here;
And if our paths shall cross this here land again;
I'm entitled to call you friend;
See I have no heaven nor hell to place you in;
Can't punish you for what you did;
All I know is that I must forgive;
If I want the Lord to forgive me; 
by and by, we all gonna go
Old negro, they call you back
Old negro, free at last
Old negro, they call you black;
so mister don't git too relaxed;
I've been beat on, yet I'm strong;
Been caged up, yet I rome;
Can't read yo words, but I remember mine;
You mistreated me, now I'm free;
Alas! in awe all I can do is not hate but forgive you;
You and no devil gonna git me to choose;
In closing my words I choose God have mercy on the oppressors, masters, And evil rulers for I will forever be in prayer, always...
In Jesus, in God shall I be this I say, I pray;
This of the testimony of an old negro slave;
Who praised the Lord

Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
July 30 2017(c)
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