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Death Is Nothing: the True Story of Nat Turner - Part 3 (Finale)

We started going house to house and freeing all the 
slaves, then killing all the white folks left with 
hatchets, knives and chains,

we only used blunt objects to conceal our wave of 
smoke, I'll surely be the father to the mom of all 
revolts.

I speak of 'we' because by now we numbered 7-0, 
and had the whiteness falling to the ground like 
heaven's snow,

we went through 55 caucasians and their pretty 
wives, we also killed the kids but there were some 
who didn't die.

The poor white families were spared, we left them 
all intact, they didn't think no better of themselves 
than they did blacks,

the point of this to whites was our reality in chains, 
reality depicting the brutality of slaves.

We only got 2 days before revolting was 
suppressed, by white mobs and militias causing 56 
black deaths,

along with others killed and beaten numbered many 
more, I think it was 200 but I really can't be sure.

I ran eluding capture for another couple months, the 
white folks swore that I would pay for all these 
sick'ning stunts,

until the day October twenty 1831, they found me in 
this ditch I'm hiding in, I guess I'm done.

They tried me and they found me guilty, sentenced 
me to death, this happened on November 5th, there 
wasn't much time left,

was hung on the 11th and for days that's how I 
stayed, until they cut my head off and my body 
chopped and flayed.

I look around at blacks folks in this modern day and 
age, and there may be some freedom but y'all still 
are truly slaves,

for me though death is nothing seeing those get 
killed for drugs, remember me Nat Turner for the 
man I really was.

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