Lord All I'M Asking
oh lord send down
the pouring rain
You clap your hands
to make the thunder and the lightening
to wash away the sins of
the world
so many of us
have been broken
we brought here
to push them wooden plows
to plant the seeds
that grow somehow
now we here to pick this cotton
that gave master all them provisions and
our souls did not prosper from the harvest
all the pain and the suffering
we bend through
they took us
from the Mother Land
they took away
our culture and language to understand
turned us into into their slaves
sold us down the river and
separate our families
abused us into submission
Lord all we're asking for is a bit of
justice and mercy because
all i'm asking
we just wanna be free
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