Slave To the Mind
They unlock the chains from their hands and feet but not the mind.
Laws with no reason walk the thin line.
Physically able but mentally enslaved.
Brake down emotionally is taken to the grave.
The white man speaks of the burning cross in the South.
Run away to freedom, is only word of mouth.
Free from what; cotton fields and house slaves?
Sign freedom papers but you’re still called “a slave”.
Copyright © Artist Of The Mind | Year Posted 2014
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