Run Silla Run


Faster than the sound of horses hoofs
Grab hold of the freedom our forefathers
never knew
Run Silla run
From the beatings and backhand smacks of the
masters hand
From beign called a good for nothing darky
Not even worthy enough to eat falling crumbs
from the masters table
Run Silla run
From sleepless nights in a comfortless shack
nothing to keep you warm but your chain beaten bleeding back
Run Silla run
From all the memories of a slave driven past
Run Sila run
Run not only for yourself but
Run also for me run till we all have been made free

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