No Longer Bound In Chain


My name is Lucky.Í was born and raise in the South.
Many Slaves was bóund in chain.
Í look to the hills for my help .

Í work from sun up and down .
Many Slaves wore a frown.
The Master even drown my own kind.

He said we was not good enough.
That made me feel tough.
He don't know nothing about being black.

Í sing all night come by here my Lord.
Í wanna be free.
No longer bound in chain.

Í met a man name Martin Luthér King .
He said keep looking to the hills.
All people need to be equal.
Í didn't have the best education.

The Master had sold me to another Master.Í prayed all night.Í put up a good fight.Í was no longer bound in chain.
Im no longer in pain.Í am a rún way slave and the chains was broken.Í should earn a token of true love.keep watching God above.
Praise God, Im free from pain.

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